Boss Girls Productions - Sexy Facesitting

Hot Vera pressed her pert butt against the slave's face, her turquoise thong peeking out from between her cheeks. She had him pinned down in a position of complete submission, his cock trapped between her thighs. She teased him, grinding her hips against his mouth as if it were a personal pleasure toy. "You better enjoy this," she purred, her breath warm against his skin. "Because if you make too much noise, I might just sit on your face all day." The idea made his cock twitch in anticipation, even as he fought the urge to moan. He wanted to please her - to make her proud of her pet - but the mere closeness of her pussy to his mouth was driving him wild. As she ground her hips again, her wetness seeped through the thin material of her thong, brushing against his lips. He couldn't help but lick at the salty droplets, his tongue running along the edge of the fabric. "That's it, you filthy little thing," Vera said approvingly, leaning forward to whisper in his ear. "You've been such a good boy, I might just let you taste my cunt later." The thought sent shivers down his spine, and he could feel his cock pulsing with anticipation. But for now, he had to content himself with the soft cotton of her thong against his tongue. Vera leaned back, resting the full weight of her body against his face. He could feel the warmth of her skin, the hint of hair tickling his nose. She didn't move for what felt like an eternity, and he held his breath, waiting for her to shove him away. Instead, she slowly lifted her hips off the ground, sliding her pussy along his face like a fine ointment. He could feel her wetness seeping into his skin, the musky scent of her arousal engulfing him. Finally, she lifted her ass completely off his face, and he let out a quiet sigh of relief. But then she lowered herself back down, grinding her hips against his face in slow, deliberate movements. With each thrust, her pussy lips brushed against his lips, teasing him with the promise of release. He was on the edge of his senses, teetering between pleasure and pain, wanting more than he had ever wanted anything before. "That's it," Vera purred, her voice low and seductive. "You're such a good cocksucker, aren't you? Keep going, don't make me stop." The words were like fire in his ears, and he moaned involuntarily, unable to hold back any longer. The sound was loud in the quiet room, and he braced himself for the slap that never came. Instead, she leaned down again, her soft breasts brushing against his face as she whispered, "Shh, it's okay. Just keep going, baby. Don't make me stop." And so he continued, his tongue pushing against the soft fabric of her thong as he explored every inch of her hot, wet pussy. He could feel the muscles in her thighs tensing, the rhythm of her hips growing faster and faster. She was close, he could feel it, and the thought made his own cock throb with anticipation. Finally, she gave a loud cry, her hips jerking violently against his face. He felt her body shudder with pleasure, felt the hot rush of her climax soaking into his skin. And then she was still, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She slid her hips away from his face, standing up to catch her breath. "Did you enjoy that, baby?" she asked, her voice a sultry whisper. He nodded mutely, his mouth still filled with the taste of her. She reached down, plucking her thong from between his lips. "Good boy," she said with a smile. And then she was gone, leaving him to catch his breath and wonder what she had in store for him next.