FemDom Ass Worship #21, Scene #04

Alura Jenson stares dead into the lens—tall, blonde, stacked like she knows the power of those tits, that Amazon ass. She taunts the camera, tells us to beg if we want a taste. Then the door opens and her date arrives: Jeremy Conway, scrawny, clutching grocery-store flowers, thinking he paid for a sweet, obedient little thing. She towers over him. Flowers hit the floor. She shoves him to his knees, shoves his face between her cheeks, and makes him work—tongue buried, slobbering like he was born for it. She pins him under every pound of that ass, grinds until he’s gasping for air, then sticks her foot in his mouth and tells him to finish like the worthless fuck he is. He spurts across her toes; she wipes it on his face, leaves him there, sticky and broken, wondering how the hell this went so wrong.