Boss Girls Productions - Smother - Kimberley is dancing

Kimberley was having a great time at the party, dancing to the loud music and feeling the attention from everyone around her. She was dressed in a short, tight dress that showed off her toned legs and rounded ass, and her geeky glasses only added to her allure. Little did she know that one of her admirers had an unusual fetish. As she grooved to the beat, a young man snuck up behind her and started groping her ass. "Hey!" she exclaimed, pretending to be shocked. "What do you think you're doing?" The man, red-faced and clearly embarrassed, stammered out an apology. "I'm sorry, I just couldn't help myself." Kimberley smiled, enjoying the attention a bit more than she should have. She reached back and gave his hand a squeeze. "It's okay," she said with a wink. "Let's go somewhere more private to continue this conversation." They ended up in the basement of the bar, where it was dark and quiet. Kimberley led him over to a table and sat down on top of it, facing him. She crossed her legs, deliberately showing off her toned thighs and smooth ass crack. The man's eyes were glued to her every move. "So," she said, leaning in close. "You like my ass, huh?" The man nodded eagerly, unable to speak. Kimberley leaned back and smiled. "Well, you know what they say about geeks: they always want what they can't have." She stood up and slowly unbuttoned her dress, revealing her black lace thong. "And since you've already touched my ass, I think that means I can do whatever I want to you." With that, she climbed onto the table and straddled his face, her ass perched high in the air. "Now," she purred, "you get to taste what you've been missing." She reached behind herself and guided his head into her skirt, positioning his face inches from her round, sweaty butt cheeks. He hesitated for a moment, then leaned in, relishing the taste of her sweat and the softness of her skin against his lips. He began to kiss and nuzzle her ass, eliciting moans of pleasure from Kimberley. As he continued to worship her ass, Kimberley reached down and started to stroke his cock through his pants. She steadily increased the pressure, until she could feel him growing hard in her hand. "That's it," she whispered. "You keep doing that, and I'll keep getting wet for you." Finally, she couldn't take it any more. She climbed off the table and turned around, slowly lowering herself onto his face. He reached up to grope her tits, but she pushed his hands away. "Not yet," she said, smiling. "First, you need to show me how much you appreciate my ass." She placed a hand on the back of his head, guiding his face between her cheeks. She felt his warm breath on her pussy, and it sent shivers down her spine. The combination of his touch, his gaze, and his adoration was enough to make her legs shake. As he began to lick and nibble on her ass cheeks, she gasped in pleasure. "Oh fuck," she moaned, arching her back. "That feels so good." Finally, she couldn't take it any more. She reached down and started fingering his hair, urging him deeper into her ass. She felt him hesitate at first, but then he took the hint and began lapping up her juices like a hungry dog. Kimberley closed her eyes and surrendered to the sensation, letting out soft moans of delight. She leaned back into his face, her sweaty body grinding against his mouth. She couldn't believe how much she was enjoying this – or how much control she had over him. After several minutes of blissful ass-eating, Kimberley felt herself getting close to orgasm. She reached behind her and began fingering her own pussy, adding to the sensory overload. As she came undone, her orgasm rocked her body from head to toe, making her limbs quiver with pleasure. Finally, she let out a long, satisfied sigh and collapsed onto the table, her body heavy with satisfaction. She turned around and looked at the young man, whose face was beet red from embarrassment and exertion. "Well," she said, grinning. "What do you think now? Aren't you glad you touched my ass?" The young man looked up at her, his eyes filled with wonder and gratitude. "I can't even begin to say," he whispered. "Thank you." Kimberley climbed back down from the table, her dress falling back into place. She reached out and patted him on the head like a puppy. "Don't thank me, thank your filthy mind," she said, laughing. "Now let's go get you a drink and celebrate." And with that, she led him back into the party, their eyes locked on each other's the entire time. Little did they know that their encounter had only just begun...