Boss Girls Productions - Breathing control by nylon-ass

Title: Boss Girls Productions - Breathing control by nylon-ass Description: Facesitting scenes with female domination and breath control. The room bursts with nylon-scented air. The bright lights reflect off the smooth, shiny material that clings to her body like a second skin. She strides towards the camera, confidence exuding from every pore. From the corner of her eye, she catches a glimpse of her captive - his head buried in her asscrack, his nose just barely touching the edge of her pussy lips. She chuckles darkly as she reaches down and grabs a handful of his hair, pulling his face closer to her greedy cunt. "That's right, slave," she growls, her voice low and sultry. "You're going to worship my fucking asshole until I tell you to stop." She steps back, giving him a clear view of her ass. It's perfect, and he knows it. Rounded and plump, with just the right amount of cheekiness to drive him wild. She moves in front of him again, towering over his bound body. He's tied to the backrest of her chair while his head lies on the seating; it's the perfect position for him to clean her ass while she enjoys the power trip of complete control. Slowly, she sinks down onto his face, feeling the warm air of his breath caress her most private parts. She doesn't say a word, knowing that he's dying to feel the softness of her labia against his lips and chin. She ignores his pleas for mercy, relishing in the delicious sensation of him sucking on her asshole. "Breathe in my scent, you loser," she murmurs, her voice a seductive whisper. "Drink it in. Know that this is mine and mine alone." She rocks her hips back and forth, grinding her pelvis into his face, as she feels her climax building steadily within her. She leans forward, her breasts brushing against his face, and smirks. "That's enough for now, slave," she purrs. "I'm going to take a break from your pathetic attempts at pleasure." She stands up straight, towering over him once more as he struggles to catch his breath. "Now," she says, her voice cool and collected, "I want you to say ten Hail Marys. Let's see if you can behave yourself when we're finished here." She steps back, her dress swishing around her legs, and grabs a remote control from the table beside her. With a click, the room is plunged into darkness. Slowly, her shadow looms over him, casting an eerie pallor across the room. She knows he's scared, but she also knows that deep down, he loves every second of this. They both do. "One...," she begins, her voice soft and seductive. "Two..."