Boss Girls Productions - Ass slave of 2 girls (WMV Low Resolution)

In the opulent office of Boss Girls Productions, two stunningly beautiful woman rest comfortably on their luxurious cushioned thrones. Their names; Jane and Layla. These two goddesses haven't been in the best of moods lately, and their slave knows it. The poor soul is kneeling before them, his eyes downcast in subservience as he awaits his mistresses' command. Today, they've decided that he shall serve as their personal ass slave. The girls break into devious smiles as they contemplate the humiliation they're about to rain down on their helpless toy. Their eyes flash with wicked intent as they exchange knowing glances, their body language oozing dominance and control. Feeling confident in their plan, they turn back towards their slave, their hips swaying slightly with each step they take towards him. "Get on your hands and knees, slave," Jane commands in a cold, unemotional tone. The slave doesn't hesitate for a moment, quickly assuming the desired position with his head bowed low. He steels himself for what's about to come, knowing that he must endure any pain or humiliation his mistresses deem fitting. Jane and Layla take up position on either side of him, their legs spread wide so that their panty-clad crotches are level with his face. They tease him mercilessly, rubbing their soft cotton panties against his cheeks as they inch closer. Their scent, a delicate blend of femininity and power, is intoxicating; it fills his nostrils and sends shivers down his spine. "You are our ass slave now," Layla tells him, her voice barely above a whisper. With that, she lowers her panties completely, revealing her soft, supple ass to her slave's hungry eyes. Jane follows suit, and before he knows it, he's staring at two fully exposed, luscious behinds. The girls chuckle softly at his obvious desire, and for a moment, they consider letting him worship their perfect derrieres. "No," Jane says suddenly, clenching her fists tightly at her sides. "You will not be so lucky today." Layla nods in agreement, her hair cascading down her back like a waterfall of gold. Together, they grip the sides of their slave's head, forcing him to look up at them. There's a dark fire burning in their eyes now, an unbridled power that sends a shiver of fear down his spine. "You're going to take our asses like the little fucktoy that you are," Jane growls, her lips pulling back into a cruel grin. Without another word, she lowers herself onto his face, her plump cheeks pressing firmly against his lips. He feels her warmth envelop him as she settles into position, and he can't help but moan softly against her flesh. Layla follows suit, sitting on his back as she leans forward to give him a searing glance of hatred before planting her juicy ass directly in front of his face. The girls give each other a nod, and as one, they begin to ride him, their soft flesh bouncing up and down against his face. It's a slow, sensual dance of domination and submission that leaves him breathless and aching for more. They grind their hips together, rubbing their pussies against one another as they drive their slave to the brink of ecstasy. Sweat beads on their bare skin, and the smell of their arousal thickens the air around them. The slave can't focus on anything but the sensation of their sweet sweat dripping down his chin, the taste of their untouched essence on his tongue. He moans loudly, hoping that they'll take mercy on him but knowing that this is not the time for such weakness. As the girls continue to ride him, their movements becoming increasingly erratic, he realizes that they've pushed him to the limit. Their juices drip down his chin and onto his tongue, and he can't help but taste the faint hint of strawberries on their tongues. It's a small mercy, but one that only serves to heighten his need for release. In the end, it's Jane who finally delivers the crushing blow. She lifts herself off his face suddenly, leaving him gasping for air. "That's enough, slave," she says, her voice a harsh whisper. "You've pleased us enough for one day." With that, she stands up, her hand reaching down to brush away a stray strand of hair from his eyes. He looks up at her, his eyes wide with desire and longing, but she merely smirks before turning her back on him and walking away. Layla joins her moments later, her own smirk mirroring Jane's as they leave him kneeling on the ground, his face flushed with humiliation and his cock still throbbing with need. The girls glance back over their shoulders one last time, their eyes filled with a cruel amusement that sends shivers down the slave's spine. "Come back tomorrow, slave," Jane purrs, her voice cool and impartial. "We might just have a special treat for you then." With that, they disappear down the hall, leaving the slave alone once again to contemplate the thrilling yet terrifying events that have just unfolded before him.