Jacky's Facesitting (WMV Low Resolution)

Jacky's panties were damp, her heart pounded with anticipation as she sashayed into the dimly lit room. Her eyes locked on the figure bound and kneeling before her, his gaze fixed on the tempting aroma trailing from her damp slit. She smiled, savoring the power she held over this pathetic slave. Reaching down, Jacky parted her plump, round posterior and arched her back, exposing her supple pucker to his view. The slave took a deep breath in anticipation, eagerly awaiting the chance to taste his Mistress's ass. "You'll find out if you like my face now, slave," she purred, her voice dripping with condescension. She steadied herself and settled onto his face, grinding her flesh against his lips and nose. His eyes widened as he felt her warmth envelop him, the softness of her exterior contrasting with the firmness of her bare, round cheeks. "Mmmm...," she moaned, savoring the sensation of his mouth on her ass as she rocked back and forth. His tongue darted out, tentatively tracing the creases between her cheeks before slipping inside. Jacky shuddered with pleasure as his tongue flicked against her sensitive anus. "Do you like that, slave? Do you enjoy tasting your Mistress's shit?" She asked mockingly, not really expecting an answer. Speaking of shit, Jacky thought with a wicked smile, it was about time she made good on her promise to let him taste her feces. Slowly, she began to move her hips in a repetitive motion, grinding her ass into his face as she released a soft, contained dump onto his tongue. She watched with satisfaction as he struggled not to gag on the unwelcome treat. "Delicious, isn't it?" She chuckled, taking a moment to wipe her hand across her mouth. "Now, it's only fair that you return the favor. Time for you to taste your own filth." She commanded, snapping her fingers impatiently. Reluctantly, the slave leaned forward, his tongue searching his own mess-filled mouth for traces of his Mistress's shit. He gagged as he tasted the remnants of her feces mixed with his own saliva, but forced himself to swallow. "Good boy," Jacky purred, leaning forward to plant a sloppy kiss on his forehead. Satisfied with his performance, she drew herself up and stepped back, admiring the mess she had created. "Now, did you enjoy my face, slave?" She asked coyly, her eyes twinkling with amusement. The slave looked up at her, eyes full of despair and submission, and nodded weakly. Jacky smiled, her heart racing with excitement. This was what she lived for - the power exchange, the control, and the utter filthiness of it all. With a triumphant smirk, she turned on her heel and left the room, already planning her next depraved encounter.