Boss Girls Productions - Hard Jeanssitting - Celine (WMV Low Resolution)

Celine, a stern and dominating girlboss, caught her worthless slave attempting to skip work. Enraged by his audacity, she dragged him to the restroom where she intended to punish him severely for his insolence. The slave, terrified and trembling, anticipated a harsh reprimand or perhaps even termination. Instead, Celine revealed her perverse punishment - she would sit on his face in her hard, tight jeans. Celine, dressed in her form-fitting denim, sat down on a bathroom stall, her soft rear end on the cold porcelain seat. Her slave knelt nervously before her, staring up at his boss's assent, his heart racing as she unbuttoned and unzipped her pants, revealing the tight denim encasing her plump rump. The creases of her jeans rubbed against his skin as he inhaled deeply, filling his nostrils with her intoxicating scent. Celine grabbed his head, forcing him to stare straight into her eyes. She wore a smirk that spoke volumes of the torment she had in store for him. She pulled her pants down slowly, teasing him with a glimpse of her bare ass, which glistened with sweat. The slave's breath hitched in his throat as his erection grew under Celine's domineering gaze. With a swift motion, Celine straddled his face, placing the thick bulge of her crotch directly in front of his nose. She groaned deeply as she feels his hot breath mingling with hers, stirring something within her. "Take a whiff," she purred, her voice low and menacing. "That's the scent of your punishment." Her slave obediently inhaled, and his world was immediately overwhelmed by the aroma of her damp panties. It mingled with the smell of her sweat and the faintest hint of her feminine musk. He felt the outline of her elongated clit and puckered anus through the thin fabric, his own arousal intensifying as he grew lightheaded from a lack of air. Celine leaned forward, her breasts pressing against the slave's cheeks as she wrapped her hands around his hair. To his horror and arousal, she began to rub her pussy against his face, grinding her hips in a slow, sensual rhythm. She moaned again, this time louder, as her hips bucked against his face. It was clear she was getting off on his discomfort. "Suck," she hissed, and the slave complied, opening his mouth to take in her pungent folds. His tongue darted out to taste her, lapping up the sweet nectar that trickled from her swollen clit. She tasted like power, like control, like the ultimate submission he longed for. As he pleasured her, Celine slapped his face hard, the stinging sensation adding an unexpected burst of pleasure to his burning senses. She spanked his cheeks and tugged at his hair, urging him to keep going until she shuddered and screamed in ecstasy. Her tight jeans gripped his face like a vise, leaving red marks on his cheeks and nose. Finally, spent, Celine lifted herself off him, leaving him panting and dazed. She zipped up her pants, standing over him with a hex in her eyes. "Next time you think about skipping work," she whispered softly, "remember this." And with that, she turned and walked away, leaving the slave alone in the smelly restroom - both humiliated and achingly aroused by his boss's unique form of punishment.