He thought he was in control. Cute.
The moment I straddle his face, his world shifts — the weight of my thighs, the rhythm of my hips, the taste of my desire... It s a facesitting fantasy brought to life. His moans are muffled under me, and I don’t stop until I feel him melt into submission.
But I’m not done. Not even close.
He gets an assjob so slow, so deliberate, it s practically a confession. I tease him with my mouth, my tongue, until his control snaps — and he cums all over my glasses, exactly where I want it.
And for the finale? I sit back down, ride his face again, and cum in his mouth while he trembles beneath me.
This isn’t just a scene. It’s a takeover. And you’re invited to surrender.
