Boss Girls Productions - Big BBW Jeanslady (WMV Low Resolution)

Baby, let me push those big, round ass cheeks into your face and smother you with my weight. You know you love it, don't you? You've been begging for this chance to serve your Mistress, haven't you? It's time to put your money where your mouth is, slave. Lady Cathy strides confidently into the room, her thighs shaking slightly under her tight black jeans. She's a goddess, a force of nature, and her slave trembles in anticipation at the sight of her. Cathy stops in front of him, towering over him with her impressive height and voluptuous curves. "Get over here, you pathetic excuse for a man," she commands, her voice like velvet over steel. The pale, weakling slave crawls towards her on his hands and knees, his eyes locked on her forbidden region. His heart races as he imagines what's coming next. Cathy smirks down at him, her lips curling in a wicked grin. "Today, you will be my human furniture," she informs him, running her wet tongue over her plump lips. With a single gesture, Cathy lowers her immense weight onto the shaking slave. He tries to struggle, but it's useless against her overpowering strength. All he can do is feel his bones shuddering under the pressure of her heavy jeans ass. "That's it," Mistress Cathy purrs, enjoying the sight of this pathetic creature trying to serve her. "You're going to love every second of this." As if to prove her point, Cathy begins to rock back and forth, grinding her asscheeks into the slave's face. His nose is buried in her scent gland, and he can feel her warm breath on his skin. Every time she moves, the slave is given a tantalizing view of her black lace panties. It's everything he's ever wanted, and yet he hates himself for enjoying it so much. Desperate for air, the slave tries to push against Cathy's ass, but it's like trying to move a mountain. She only laughs at his pitiful attempts, her deep belly shaking like a pair of trembling earthquakes. "That all you got?" she taunts, her eyes gleaming with sadistic glee. "I think it's time to add another layer." Without warning, Cathy steps away, revealing a massive pile of pillows and blankets. "Get over here, furniture," she commands, pulling him up onto the makeshift bed. "It's time to rest." The slave does as he's told, crawling onto the soft cushions and waiting for his Mistress's next order. For now, though, he can rest his aching bones beneath the warmth of Lady Cathy's ass. He closes his eyes, trying to block out the thoughts of how pathetic he must look, how much he's enjoying being used like this. He's lost in a world of dark sensations and forbidden desires, grateful for the escape. But deep down, he knows that this is only the beginning. Soon enough, Mistress Cathy will be ready to use him again, to push him further, to make him submit completely. And he can't wait.