Femdom Ass Worship #16, Scene #04

Bella Reese owns the screen. She stares straight down the lens, curves straining against black vinyl, lips curled like she already knows every filthy thing you’ll beg for. "Worship it," she says, voice thick. "Sniff it. Lick it. Get on your knees before you’re even allowed to look." Next frame she’s got Eric cornered, the little teacher turned slobbering ex-student. Her heel pins his chest. "Beg for mercy, Mr. Jover. Or I send the tape to the board." One by one her toes invade his mouth, sour and damp, grinding across his tongue while he gags. She plants her full weight on his face, burying his nose between cheeks that flex and smother. "Deeper." The command cracks like a whip. He slurps and chokes, tongue working frantic circles until her thighs quake and her pussy floods. When she finally rises, he’s slick, gasping, ruined. Bella reaches down, squeezes his leaking cock with a cold palm, strokes once, twice, hard. He shoots in helpless spurts across her knuckles, and she smears it like war paint across his flushed cheek. Game over. She owns him now.