Boss Girls Productions - Hard Jeanssitting - Celine

Celine's worthless slave tried to bunk off work early, but little did he know that his mistress was always one step ahead. As he attempted to sneak out of the restroom, he heard a familiar voice call out, "Caught you!" It was Celine, and she looked as fierce as ever in her tight jeans and high heels. Her black hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall, framing her olive complexion perfectly. Her full lips curled into a menacing smirk as she approached her captive. "You thought you could just leave without saying goodbye to your boss?" She asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Well, since you're such a naughty boy, you need to be punished." Without further ado, Celine sat down on the edge of the sink, her toned thighs pressing against the red-faced slave's chest. "You'll learn your lesson," she growled, "the hard way." As he felt her warmth and the outline of her panties through her jeans, his cock began to twitch uncontrollably. It didn't take long for him to recognize what sort of "punishment" she had in store for him. "Please, mistress," he whimpered, his voice muffled against her crotch. "I'm sorry, I won't try to escape again." But Celine merely chuckled cruelly. "Oh, don't worry, you're going to love this," she purred, wrapping her left arm around his head and forcing him deeper into her crotch. With her right hand, she reached down and began to slowly tease his cock through his pants. "This is going to be so much fun," she whispered, her hot breath tickling the sensitive skin of his neck. And with that, she began to grind her hips against his face, never once breaking eye contact with him. Every time he tried to pull away, she'd slap him hard across the cheek, spurring him on to eat her pussy harder. She bucked against him, moaning in pleasure as he lapped at her clit like a starved dog. Finally, unable to resist any longer, she let out a loud, throaty moan and came hard on his face, her juices dripping down his chin and onto his tongue. "You're such a good boy," she panted, reaching down to stroke his hair. "Now it's my turn." Without warning, she pulled off her jeans and panties, revealing her pink, glistening snatch to her slave. He could barely contain his excitement as he leaned in and took her anus in his mouth, tonguing it roughly while fondling her clit with his free hand. She cried out in delight, her fingers tangling in his hair as she fucked his face. After several more minutes of intense oral pleasure, she pulled away, gasping for air. "That's enough for now," she said, a satisfied smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "But remember, this is just a taste of what's to come. You'll be my personal toilet bowl from now on." With that parting shot, she left the bathroom, leaving her slave shivering on the floor, his cock still hard and his mind lost in a whirlwind of desire and submission.