Boss Girls Productions - Facesitting is just Annas thing!

Annas room trembled with anticipation as she stood before her slave stool, dressed in nothing but a lacy, black bra and panties. Her eyes scanned the room, taking in every detail - the shiny silver of the stool, the softness of the pillow beneath it. She swallowed hard, her heart racing in her chest. This was it. This was what she lived for. Slowly, methodically, Annas climbed onto the stool, pressing her round ass into the soft cushion. She could feel the warmth of the slave's breath on her ass cheeks, making her shudder with excitement. She leaned forward, placing her elbows on her knees, and spread her cheeks apart, exposing her tight little starfish to his hungry gaze. "Suck on it, slave," she purred, her voice barely above a whisper. "Make me cum with your tongue." And then, without further warning, she lowered herself down onto his face, engulfing him in her supple flesh. She grinned wickedly as she felt his tongue dance across her asshole, causing her to squirm with pleasure. One hand slid up her body, grasping at her breasts, while the other dug into his hair, pulling his face deeper into her cheeks. As he worshipped her ass, Annas began to experiment with different sitting positions. She sat up straight, her asshole hovering just above his face, teasing him with the promise of her sweet release. She leaned back, propping her ass up on her elbows, giving him access to her tight hole. She even sat on his face, crushing him beneath her weight, relishing in the sight of him struggling to breathe under her firm ass. His moans of pleasure only fueled her passion, and she continued to grind her hips against his face, feeling his tongue lap up at her juices. With each passing moment, Annas felt herself grow wetter, hotter. Finally, unable to contain herself any longer, she pushed him away and came all over his face, groaning as the orgasm engulfed her. Panting heavily, Anna leaned back on the stool and surveyed her handiwork. Her cheeks were flushed, and she felt sticky from their combined cum. But most of all, she felt powerful. This was hers – this moment of submission, of dominance, of pure, unadulterated ecstasy. "Good boy," she crooned, reaching down to stroke his hair. "You've been a very good boy." And with that, Annas climbed off the stool, ready for her next conquest. Because as far as she was concerned, facesitting was just too damn fun to do only once.