

I slowly lower myself to his face, feeling his hot breath escape his lips as my skin brushes his cheeks. His arms are pinned down, and all he can do is breathe through my wet dominance. I move slowly but with full intent, rubbing my wetness into every feature of his submissive face. My fingers grip his hair, guiding him—deeper, hungrier. He gasps in pleasure, drowning in my scent as I keep him where he belongs—under me. His muffled moans disappear between my thighs, and I simply smile: he serves perfectly.