Boss Girls Productions - Annetts jeans ass on his face

Annett was on top of the world, quite literally. She was the boss of Boss Girls Productions, and she loved every second of it. Today was going to be a special day for her assistant. He was already kneeling before her, his head bowed in submission, waiting for his next task. Annett looked down at him with a smirk on her face, knowing full well what she had planned. "You are going to be my human chair today," she purred, giving him a sultry look. "And you are going to enjoy every minute of it." With that, she lifted up her right leg and placed it on his shoulder, steadying herself as she carefully leaned forward. She placed her hands on the wall behind her for balance, giving herself a moment to steady her breath. When she felt ready, she slowly lowered herself down onto his face, feeling the heat of his skin against her denim. "That's it, breathe deeply," she whispered in his ear, her hot breath sending shivers down his spine. "Feel the cold hard truth of my jeans against your face." As she spoke, she began to shift her weight, grinding her hips against his face. He could feel the outline of her ass through the fabric, and he couldn't help but moan into her jeans. She continued to move, her hips undulating as if they were dancing to a music only she could hear. She bounced slightly, testing the strength of his face underneath her. "Are you enjoying this, my little assistant?" she asked, her voice dripping with seduction. He could only nod in response, unable to speak with her fat ass crushing his mouth and nose. She laughed softly, feeling him struggle to breathe. "That's right, you're not supposed to breathe anymore," she laughed, leaning back against the wall to support her weight. "And you're definitely not supposed to see anything, either." With that, she reached down and roughly groped his hair, tugging sharply to keep him pinned down. She could feel him squirming beneath her, trying to escape her vice-like grip on his face. She smiled, feeling victorious. This was exactly the kind of power trip she lived for. As she began to thrust her hips again, her heart thudding against his cheek, she couldn't help but wonder how far she could take this. How long could she keep him like this, suffocating under the weight of her jeans and her control? For now, she would just continue to enjoy the view of his face, trapped between her ass and the cold, hard ground.