Boss Girls Productions - Loser becomes an ass smeller (WMV Low Resolution)

Sweat and musk clung to the air around him, filling his nostrils as he lay flat on the ground, staring up at Zoe. The woman towered over him, her ass perched just out of reach - at least that's what he thought until she gracelessly lowered herself down onto his face. As her sweaty cheeks smacked against his forehead, she let out a contented sigh, clearly enjoying every moment of their newfound proximity. His hands flailed uselessly around him, desperately trying to find purchase on anything other than the bare concrete floor beneath him. But Zoe had been thorough in her preparations, ensuring that nothing was within reach that could aid him in his current predicament. All he could do now was stare up at the ceiling, the scent of Zoe's sweaty flesh filling his senses. Slowly, her hands began to move down her thighs, until she gripped the waistband of her yoga pants. With a wicked smirk, she started to lift her ass off his face, but not before first warning him what was coming next. "You've been such a loser for so long," she hissed, her breath hot against his ears. "Now it's time for you to know your place - like this." With that, she lowered her ass back down onto his face, this time pressing the cool, soft fabric of her pants against his mouth. It was a subtle command, but one that he understood perfectly. From now on, he would do as she said - because he knew that if he didn't, there would be consequences. As she once again lowered herself down onto him, he felt her warm thighs envelope him, trapping him beneath her. He could see the faint outline of her pussy lips through the thin fabric of her pants, taunting him with what he could no longer have. With a deep, shuddering breath, he forced himself to suck in the scent of her ass, wanting desperately to please her. For hours, she rode him like this, her ass undulating against his face as she shifted her weight from side to side. He could feel the damp spots where her sweat had soaked through the fabric of her pants, turning them into a second skin that clung to him like a lover's caress. As much as he wanted to beg her for release, he knew better - because then she might truly make him her ass smeller, and he wasn't sure he could handle that. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she sat up, pulling her dripping-wet pants away from his face. He felt a mixture of relief and despair as he sucked in the stale air around him, his senses overwhelmed by the lack of her scent. Slowly, she stood over him, taking in his defeated form. "That's what you had coming," she said coldly, her voice echoing in the cavernous room they found themselves in. "Now you know your place." Without another word, she turned and walked away, leaving him to stew in his own filth. As he watched her exit the room, he couldn't help but wonder – was this really what he had always wanted? Or was it just another cruel twist of fate? One thing was for sure - he would never be the same again...