Femdom Ass Worship #22, Scene #02

Cici Rhodes walks through the door like she owns the place. Auburn hair frames her smirk. Black leather hugs every curve. Jeremy Conway just sits there blinking. The same sap she fleeced back when, years ago. She laughs straight in his face. "On the floor, loser. Smell." She lifts her leg, shoves her stockinged foot under his nose. The nylon is warm, faintly sour. He inhales because it’s easier than arguing. She drags him down the short hallway, fingernails digging. The bedroom is small, sheets tangled. Cici shoves him onto his back, peels the leather open just enough to bare her cheeks. No panties. She squats over his mouth. "Lick. Like you missed it." Jeremy’s tongue works at her tight hole, slow then frantic. She grinds down until his nose is sealed, cutting off his air. When his legs kick she eases up, then clamps again. He gasps between passes of her tongue. Next she shoves her bare toes at his lips. Five perfect nails, painted dark. "Suck." He works each one, the arch flexing against his palate. She laughs, calls him a foot freak. He sucks harder. Finally she swings around, drops her full weight on his face. The scent of leather and skin fills his lungs. Her hand wraps his shaft, pumps it in lazy strokes. Jeremy tries to groan; she sits harder. "Come for me, bitch. Then you swallow it." He shudders, spurts over her fist. Cici catches the mess, shoves two fingers between his lips. He licks them clean while she keeps smothering him with her ass.