Boss Girls Productions - Loser, I will sit on your face! (WMV Low Resolution)

Sweet Jenny-Nina, with her toned body and perfect posture, knew she could easily find someone willing to take a place beneath her supple behind. And sure enough, there lay a pathetic loser, groveling at her feet, eager to please. She strutted over to him, her hard leather boots striking the ground in time with the heavy beat of her heart. Jenny-Nina wasn't one to waste time on niceties. With a coy smirk, she pointed down at the waiting face beneath her. "You," she purred, her voice dripping with honey and menace. "I think you're just the right guy to do some facesitting with." The poor sap could only nod in agreement as she lowered herself slowly but surely onto his face. His nose was pressed into the crevice of her buttocks, his lips wrapping around her slim figure. She felt the heat of his breath on her skin, sending shivers down her spine. It was intoxicating. Her tight leather shorts were designed for dominance, leaving nothing to the imagination as they hugged every curve of her body. The fabric pressed hard against his face, muffling his gasps for air. But Jenny-Nina didn't care; she wasn't the one on the bottom after all. With a contented sigh, she began to rock back and forth, grinding her hips into his face. She could feel his mouth moving on her skin, but she didn't give him a chance to voice his discomfort. No, she wanted him to suffer in silence, knowing exactly who held the power in this situation. Jenny-Nina reveled in the feeling of control she'd always craved. She could do whatever she pleased with this pathetic loser, and there was nothing he could do about it. Her fingers dug into his hair, pulling him closer to her as she ground her hips harder against his face. As she rode his face, she closed her eyes and let out a soft moan. Yes, this was what she needed. This was what she'd always wanted. And she was going to enjoy every minute of it. Soon enough, she felt the familiar tingling between her legs, signaling her impending orgasm. Her hips bucked wildly, and she lost herself in the ecstasy of the moment. With a loud cry of pleasure, she came, riding the waves of bliss as they crashed over her. Finally, she pulled herself off his face, collapsing onto the ground next to him, panting heavily. She looked down at him, a small smile playing on her lips. "Well, loser," she said, her voice still heavy with desire. "You've satisfied me for now. But if you ever want a chance to sit on my face, you know where to find me." With that, she stood up and walked away, leaving him there, defeated but not broken. He knew he'd come back for more. He just had to wait until she was ready for him again.