Boss Girls Productions - Annas hard jeanssitting

Anna, the boss lady of Boss Girls Productions, was well-known for her misuse of employees. Her latest victim, a pathetic little loser whose name she couldn't even remember, found himself tied to a chair in front of her desk. He wore nothing but a tight, uncomfortable T-shirt that barely contained his puny frame, while she sat comfortably behind her desk in a pair of blue jeans that were almost as tight as they were painted on.

These weren't just any blue jeans, however. They were the ones she wore specifically to ruin young men's days. They were extra thick, with fissures that felt more like sharp ridges against his skin as he squirmed uncomfortably in his bonds. He could only imagine how much worse they would feel when she finally got around to sitting on his face.

Anna smiled cruelly down at him as she reached for the black leather strap lying innocuously on her desktop. She snapped it against her open palm, making the pathetic little whimper from below fall into oblivion. Her hand lingered on the strap, waiting for the perfect moment to launch her attack. The anticipation was almost as good as the act itself.

Slowly, methodically, she crawled across the room towards him, never taking her eyes off of his terrified face. He trembled beneath her gaze, barely able to breathe as she drew closer and closer. Finally, when she was just inches away, she snapped the leather strap down across his chest, making him yelp in pain. It was barely a slap compared to what was coming next.

With a vile smirk on her face, Anna positioned herself directly above his quivering form. She leaned forward slightly so that her glistening Rectus abdominis cut was pressed firmly against his lips. He could feel the heat emanating from her body, even as he tried desperately to avoid her pungent scent. Then, without warning, she lowered herself down onto him, trapping his face beneath her perfect ass.

The fissures in her jeans ground against his skin, ripping through his clothing and leaving painful rips in his flesh. He gagged instinctively as his mouth was filled with the scent of her ass and the sound of her laughter. It was the most shocking and degrading experience of his life, and it was everything Anna had hoped for. She loved hearing him beg for air, knowing that she held all the power in their fucked-up relationship.

For what felt like hours, Anna slowly ground her hips against his face, relishing in the sight of his tears and the sound of his pathetic whimpers. Finally, when she had gotten all she needed from him, she stood up and tossed him a wet, used towel. "Clean yourself up," she said, voice devoid of any emotion. "Then you can call it a day." With that, she turned her back on him and walked away, leaving the broken man to pick up the pieces of his shattered dignity.