Boss Girls Productions - Alea barely lets him breathe

Alea's sweaty pert ass cheeks glistened in the dim light as she straddled her pathetic slave, their eyes locked in a heated gaze. She placed one hand on the bed behind him, keeping him pinned down while she teasingly ran her long red fingernails over his chest and down to his cock, rubbing it through his pants. The anticipation was driving him crazy, unable to move or speak under her intense gaze. "You're mine to play with," she purred, grabbing a handful of his hair and slowly pulling his face towards her beautiful ass. Alea moaned softly as she felt his hot breath caressing her sensitive skin, and she took a deep breath of dominance. With a slow, provocative grind of her hips, Alea lowered herself onto the slave's face, feeling him gag on her scent. She placed both hands on the bed behind him, locking them in place as she ground her pussy into his mouth. He could feel her muscle tense around his tongue, her juices dribbling down his chin. Alea leaned back, her thrusting slow and deliberate, making sure to keep their faces close. She watched through hooded eyes as he struggled to breathe under her ass, his face turning red. His cock throbbed against his pants, desperate for release. Leaning forward once again, Alea began to move her hips faster, her ass slapping against his face in a rhythmic pattern. She moaned louder this time, feeling his eager mouth worshipping her most intimate parts. Grabbing one of his hands with her own, she placed it against her dripping wet pussy, encouraging him to touch himself while she took control.