Boss Girls Productions - Smother - Celine (WMV Low Resolution)

Celine, a leggy blonde bombshell with an infamous reputation among the fetish community, was bored on a hot summer day. Her boyfriend, who was tied up in the corner of the room, twitched helplessly, not daring to beg for mercy. He knew what she was capable of, and he braced himself for another round of unimaginable humiliation.

With a smirk on her face, Celine sauntered over to him. She wore a short, black leather skirt that barely covered her curvy ass, and a revealing crop top that left nothing to the imagination. She stood over him, her tan legs spread invitingly, and sneered down at him. "You're going to enjoy this, aren't you, boy?" she purred as she knelt down in front of him.

She leaned forward, her ample breasts almost brushing against his chest. Her hands went to the hem of her skirt, and she slowly slid it up her legs, revealing inch after tantalizing inch of smooth, shaven pussy. His gaze was fixed on her, his mouth almost watering. He watched as she reached behind herself and grabbed hold of her butt cheeks, pulling them apart to reveal her tight, rosy anus. "Would you like a taste?" she teased, slapping his face.

He nodded frantically, anxious to please her. She leaned forward, and he opened his mouth, anticipation coursing through him. She lowered her pussy onto his face, his tongue darting out to taste her. "Mmm... that's it," she moaned softly, raising her hips to give him better access. "Suck on my clit, you pathetic excuse for a man." He did as she ordered, sucking on her sensitive nub as she started to rock her hips against his face. He couldn't help but feel his cock stirring beneath him, hungry for release.

As he pleasured her, Celine began to toy with the idea of humiliating him even further. She grinned malevolently, her eyes alight with mischief. She stood up slowly, her legs still spread, and looked down at him. "You know what I'm going to do next, don't you?" she asked, her voice low and threatening. He shook his head, not daring to meet her gaze. She knew he was lying.

With that, she straddled his face, her plump ass blocking out the light. She lowered herself onto him, her weight pressing him into the floor. "Breathe," she ordered, her tone dangerously soft. He hesitated, not trusting her. She slapped him hard across the face, leaving a stinging red mark. "I said breathe, you pathetic excuse for a man!" she spat, her tone laced with cruelty. Tears filled his eyes as he struggled to breathe under her massive weight.

Celine enjoyed the power she held over him. She was in control, and he was at her mercy. It was a feeling she had grown to crave. She rocked back and forth on his face, grinding her hips against his mouth in a cruel dance of domination and submission. He whimpered beneath her, unable to bear the humiliation any longer. But he knew that he wouldn't be able to stop her, no matter how much he begged. She had him, body and soul.

After several long, agonizing minutes, she finally stood up and stepped off him. He gasped for air, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. "That," she said, admiring her handiwork, "was just a warm-up." She turned to face him again, her face a mask of pure sadism. "Now it's time for the main event." She walked back over to him, her skirt brushing against his chest. She knelt down beside him once more, her face close to his. "You're going to love this," she whispered menacingly, her breath tickling his ear.