Femdom Ass Worship #15, Scene #02

Camera locks on tattooed domina Helly Hellfire. She stares straight into the lens and spits venom at the viewer. Her voice is ice. "Pathetic. On your knees. This fat ass needs worship. Beg for it." Tongue wet against her teeth, she turns as slow as a threat. She catches Jack on the couch, keys jangling from slack fingers, rent still unpaid. "Deadbeat motherfucker," she growls, "putting nothing in, taking everything out." Her palm slams the back of his neck. He folds. She drives his face down into the leather, then straddles. Meat of her ass smothers mouth and nose, crushing out air and excuse. "Lick. Deeper. Taste what you owe." She rocks, anus dragging slick across his tongue, forcing him to clean every crease. Sweat beads her shoulders. Jack's hands twitch at his sides, but she pins them with her shins and switches to her toes. Red nails. Sharp arch. She forces them between slack lips. "Suck. Show the money you never earned." He gags on painted nail, on sweat, on surrender. She stands, bare heels planted on his chest, walking his ribs until skin blooms red. A final stomp knocks the breath from his lungs, then she relents. Kneels. One rough hand wraps his cock, pumps fast, merciless, no tease left in her. Cum arcs, spatters his own belly. She wipes her palm across his mouth. "Out. My floor's clean enough." Camera fades on empty space where his body was.