BBW Lady Cathys extreme domination - Cathy likes some facesitting after her workout (WMV, High Definition, 1280x720px)

Cathy is a formidable figure, a towering goddess of a woman with curves that seem to go on forever. She's just finished her workout, and despite the exhaustion that wrings her body, there's an air of triumph about her. This is because Cathy doesn't work out to stay in shape – she works out to look and smell as bad as possible!

Cathy's incredible bulk is drenched in a sheen of sweat, her bright pink sports bra stretched tight over heaving breasts that jiggle with every move. Her sweatpants cling desperately to her massive thighs, leaving little to the imagination as she steps off the treadmill and over to a nearby training bench.

She calls out to her slave, and he obediently crawls over to the bench, his mouth watering at the thought of what's to come. Without a word, Cathy sits heavily down on top of him, her flesh jiggling enticingly as she settles into a comfortable position.

Without warning, Cathy lifts her enormous gym shirt and pulls it over her head, revealing a lacy black sports bra that barely contains her enormous boobs. She grins down at her slave, who can only groan in anticipation as she leans forward and plants one of her meaty paws on his forehead, pushing his face into her chest.

Her breath is hot and heavy against his skin, and the scent of sweat is overwhelming. But this is just the beginning – even as he struggles to breathe beneath her massive weight, Cathy reaches behind herself and tugs at the waistband of her sweatpants. With a loud rip that echoes through the gym, they fall to the floor in a tangled heap, revealing her thick, succulent ass.

Cathy chuckles darkly as she leans back again, placing her sweaty ass directly in the path of her slave's face. He makes a futile attempt to squirm away, but she presses down harder, grinding her flesh against his mouth. The smell is intense – a musky, sweaty scent that fills his nostrils and makes him dizzy with lust.

As he tries to catch his breath, Cathy reaching around and undoing the clasp of her bra. With a final tug, it falls away, revealing her enormous breasts. She giggles as she feels the cool air rush over them, then leans forward once again to force her slave's head between her massive tits.

The sensation is almost too much for him – the sheer weight of her body pressing down on him, the intoxicating scent of sweat and armpits wafting up from between her massive tits, the feeling of her hot breath on his face. He gasps for air, his tongue darting out to taste the sweet, salty flesh of her nipples. But Cathy isn't done yet.

With a final, commanding thrust, she pushes her ass down onto his face, trapping his head beneath her massive cheeks. She groans in pleasure as she feels the warmth of his breath against her skin, and from somewhere deep inside her, she finds the energy to start grinding her hips back and forth.

Her slave can feel her massive clit rubbing against his chin, taunting him with the promise of release. But he knows better than to expect mercy from Cathy – all he can do is submit to her power, breathe in the intoxicating scent of her sweat and her body heat, and wait for her to decide when she's had enough.

And so he does, lost in a haze of pleasure and pain and the intoxicating smell of Cathy's sweat. She grinds away on his face, her tits swaying with every movement, her ass cheeks slapping against his mouth as she finally reaches her climax. With a guttural moan, she collapses on top of him, her heart hammering in her chest as she catches her breath.

For a long moment, neither of them moves. Cathy's chest rises and falls as she catches her breath, and the scent of her sweat fills the air once again. Finally, she lifts herself off of him, revealing the red marks her grinding had left on his chest. She smiles down at him, her eyes alight with satisfaction.

“Not enough for you, slave?” she asks, her voice barely more than a whisper. “Would you like a taste of something else?” Her hand drops to her crotch, rubbing slowly at the wetness between her legs. “Or would you rather taste my ass?” She waits, enjoying the anticipation that crackles in the air. Her slave's cock, trapped between his legs, throbs painfully, a testament to his eagerness. "Please, mistress," he manages to choke out. "I will do whatever you desire." With that, Cathy steps back, giving him a view of the mess he's created on her sweatpants. "Then come and get it," she purrs, spreading her legs wide. "And don't you dare forget to thank me."