Femdom Ass Worship #22, Scene #03

She's barely five feet of pure trouble wrapped in curves. This latina domme owns the boss these days—old man Broadway's own office turned into her personal throne room. Nickel Ferrera calls the shots now and gets off on it. The prick tried complaining once. She smacked the shit out of him. Called him every name in the book and made sure he stayed down. Now he gets deeper to earn his place. She sits her perfect ass on his face and tells him exactly how to lick—tongue deep, slow circles, lick it clean like it’s an altar. He’s drooling, pathetic, and she smiles while she buries him. She slips off her shoes next, dips a perfect toe between his lips. He sucks. She crushes the rest of his face under her weight. By the time she’s satisfied he’s drooling on her arches, her meaty cheeks parked across his chest, one foot grinding his tongue into the carpet. Next thing his cock is wrapped in her pretty hand and she jerks him mean—stroke and squeeze till he’s spunking over his own belly. She scoops it up with her palm, drags it across his face like war paint. Round two later. Right now, hers—and he knows it.