Femdom Ass Worship #19, Scene #01

Kelly Divine stands there with her fresh red hair spilling over the type of body that never learned how to behave. Round hips, huge bouncing tits, an ass that could make a priest forget his vows. Kyle’s had enough of her cheating. He’s reaching for the door when the door swings back hard and drops him cold. She sees her chance. Kyle comes to with no memory and a wicked headache. Kelly smiles like sin in lipstick. “You’re my sex slave,” she tells him, flat and certain. His face goes blank, then hungry. “Eat,” she orders, turning to plant that massive rear over his mouth. Her weight pins him; soft flesh swallows nose, lips, breath. Kyle’s tongue works because it’s all he can do—long, wet strokes between those fat cheeks until spit runs down his chin. She rocks against him, slow at first, then grinding hard enough to make the bed creak. She lifts just enough for him to gulp air, then slams back down. He gasps, tongue still darting, desperate. Next she swings her legs over his chest, soles to his lips. “Suck,” she says. He obeys like a man starved, licking her toes, pulling each one into his mouth while she laughs low and cruel. All the while she’s got his laptop open, draining his bank account with lazy clicks of her nails. Kyle keeps sucking, face red, lungs burning under the smothering heat of her perfect ass, and Kelly never even looks back.