Facesitting Tales #03, Scene #02

Austin Taylor froze when her door clicked open. Jack Vegas stood there, rain on his jacket, eyes hard. He'd done time for the job she planned, and she smelled his fear. Now he'd do exactly what she wanted. She pushed him down, peeled off the silk between her thighs, and dropped that thick, warm ass straight onto his face. Slow at first, then grinding until he fought for breath. Every shift of her hips drove the point home: he belonged under her now. When she leaned forward, her toes hovered by his mouth. "Lick," she told him. Jack dragged his tongue across each nail, sucked each toe, then traced deeper, rimming the tight ring of her hole while she watched him give in. Only when his cock throbbed and twitched did she wrap her hand around him and finish him, quick and mean, just the way she liked.