Boss Girls Productions - Peck takes care of this sucker

Time had finally come for this dirtbag - and facesitting mistress Peck was going to make sure he got what he deserved. As she sat down on his lap, her full weight pressing firmly against him, she couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction knowing that she was the one in control. Her long legs locked around his torso, leaving him feeling both trapped and aroused by her dominance. Peck leaned forward, her lips practically grazing his ear as she whispered, "You've been such a naughty boy, haven't you?" His heart raced faster in anticipation of what was to come. And then, with unexpected force, she plunged her ass down onto his face. The unexpected shock of felt against his skin made him gasp for air, but Peck didn't care. She didn't care about his breathing problems or his discomfort. All she cared about was getting him to submit to her will. She grinned wickedly as she felt him struggle beneath her, her firm ass cheeks rubbing up against his face, leaving behind a warm trail of moisture. Peck began to move slightly, her hips swinging back and forth as she ground her ass into his face, driving him to the edge of pleasure and pain. She leaned back slightly, admiring her handiwork in the mirrors that surrounded them. Her black latex catsuit hugged every curve of her body, emphasizing her power over him. His eyes were wide with fear and excitement, and she loved every second of it. "Do you like that, baby?" she purred, leaning back in for another taste of his submission. "Do you want more?" He nodded frantically, unable to speak through the fog of lust and fear that clouded his mind. Peck laughed and leaned back in once again, her soft, supple ass landing squarely on his face. This time, she didn't move for several minutes, letting the weight of her body push down on him. "I think it's time I taught you a lesson," she said, her voice husky with desire. And with that, she began to move again, her hips gyrating maddeningly against his face. Every inch of her skin was on fire with need, and she was determined to make him feel every drop of her passion. Minutes turned into hours as Peck continued to ride him, their sweat mingling together as they fought for control. Finally, exhausted but satisfied, she lifted herself off of him, her muscles aching from the exertion. "That," she said, drawing out the word as she stretched lazily, "was just what you needed." A wicked smile crossed her face as she stepped out of the frame, leaving him panting and wanting more.