FemDom Ass Worship #20, Scene #02

Siri’s curves fill every seam—towering tits squeezed into a tight skirt, ass like a ripe peach in garters and slick nylons. She locks eyes with the lens and sticks that plump rear out, voice low and sharp as she orders her tongue deep into her hot, clenched hole. At the office she kills time with Eric’s sob story until disgust twists her mouth. One shove and her nylon feet flood his throat, toes flexing against his gag reflex like she barely notices. Phone in hand, she drops her full weight onto his face, cutting air, squeezing life, the whole time laughing into the receiver while his struggles fade beneath cheeks that won’t quit.