FemDom Ass Worship #23, Scene #02

Sweat already sticks the black latex to her skin when Aiden Starr leans into the lens. Low-cut, barely holding anything, spikes jangling around her thighs. "Tell me how sweet that cunt smells while your tongue works my asshole, pig." She spits the words like she knows you’ll crawl for them. Johnny Chorizo shows up with the pink slip in his fist. One smirk from her and the paper’s worthless. She strips him fast, folds him down to his knees, naked and leaking already. He gnaws his own eviction notice like a stray dog while she laughs above him. Her voice stays icy and smart the whole time. She plants her ass over his mouth, hairy snatch smashed to his nose. "Open wider," she orders, then drops, smothering him flat. He tongues through tangled curls and into her hot pink folds while she grinds. When her feet come down next, they’re damp and acrid. She wipes the sweat across his chest, drags the balls of her feet over his cock until it twitches, then pins his throat between both soles and presses until his pulse drums under her toes. He sucks each painted toe clean, the metal ring on the baby toe scraping his tongue. She straps the thick dildo to his face, climbs aboard and rides it without mercy, knuckles white on his hair, riding so hard the silicone slaps his lips every downstroke. Juice trails down her thighs into his mouth; he swallows every drop. Finally she wraps her toes around his shaft, squeezes, works him like a handful of clay. He spits out one strangled gasp and she milks every spurt straight onto his stomach, leaving him twitching under her, spent and marked.