Femdom Ass worship #17, Scene #02

Ash Hollywood stalks into frame like danger in heels. Skirt barely containing her, boots gleaming up her thighs, she owns the frame and she knows it. She turns her back to the lens and taunts you slowly, making that fat, heavy ass bounce and taunt right in your face until you can taste surrender on your tongue. Then the leather door slams behind her down in the dungeon. The boy-slave is already chained, quivering. She presses the wand against his cock and balls and watches him jerk and howl, each shock a mean little kiss. When he’s properly broken, she squats above him, lowers her ass until it covers his face completely, and rocks her weight like she wants to smother the fight out of him. He struggles, legs kicking. She laughs. She tells him to open his tongue and eat her asshole, and he does, frantic, like drowning while breathing straight from her. Her boots press down. She slips one heel off and shoves her bare foot against his lips; he suckles like it’s mercy. When his cock refuses to quit, she wraps a cold fist around it, strokes hard, fast, until he erupts over her fingers. Thick white ropes coat her hand, and without hesitation she smears it across his open mouth and watches him swallow every drop she forces between his lips.