Femdom Ass Worship #13, Scene #02

Camera locks on the hallway door. In walks Krissy Lynn—hard-ass heels spiking the floor, leather chaps cut high so her thick ass cheeks hang out like a dare. The beat drops low when she catches the snoop elbow-deep in her laundry. She drops him like a sack of grain, straddles his chest, snatches the cash from his pocket, counts it with a sneer. Hair yanked, he scrambles on all fours to the bathroom. She rams the worn panties between his teeth, pins his face to the bowl and barks, "Tongue in deep." Spit streaks his cheek while his lips mash against her fever-hot cleft. From the trash she fishes a half-eaten donut, crushes it under her arch, grinds the grit between her toes, and shoves the filthy foot at his mouth. "Eat," she hisses. He obeys while she laughs.