Boss Girls Productions - Smother - Xenia (12min) (WMV Low Resolution)

**Smother - Xenia** Xenia, the dominant boss lady, decides to engage in a smothering session with her unsuspecting victim. The poor man is strapped onto a table, with nowhere to escape her powerful ass. Mistress Xenia straddles his face, blocking out all light and air as she assumes control of his senses. His cock is trapped between her asscheeks, twitching in anticipation of what's to come. With a devilish grin, Xenia begins to make out with him, their tongues dancing against each other's lips. Her ass cheeks press firmly against his mouth, muffling his moans as she thrusts her hips gently. The smell of her perfume envelopes him, intoxicating his senses. It's clear that this is no ordinary facesitting - there's an undeniable level of intimacy in every pose and touch. Xenia breaks the kiss, leaning back to give him a sneaky look before sitting back down on his face once again. The weight of her ass is enough to make him feel like he's drowning in her perfection. She takes control, moving up and down at a leisurely pace that only adds to his growing desperation for air. His nose is buried deep between the cheeks of her ass, trying to catch a whiff of fresher air. As time passes, Xenia begins to feel more confident. She slides one hand behind her back, slowly inching her way down her spine until she reaches the hem of her shirt. With a daring move, she pulls off her top, revealing her black lacy bra. The man below her struggles to breathe as hisfocus shifts from trying to suck in air to admiring the view of her cleavage beneath him. Undeterred, Xenia continues to dominate him with her ass. She tilts her hips slightly forward, giving him just enough access to grab onto her panties. His fingers clutch at the fabric desperately as he tries to free himself from this erotic prison. He knows this is a losing battle, though - the more he struggles, the tighter Xenia's grip on his cock becomes. Suddenly, without warning, Xenia stands up and steps off the table. The man coughs and splutters, trying to catch his breath as he watches in awe as Mistress Xenia takes off her panties, revealing her perfect ass once again. This time, however, there's a twist - she leaves them on the floor, turning around to show off her bare bottom to her captive audience. Without breaking eye contact, Xenia begins to unbutton her pants, revealing a teasing glimpse of her perfect ass. With feigned innocence, she asks, "Want to feel my ass again?" The man nods frantically, begging with his eyes to be allowed to touch her. Xenia smirks, then slides her pants down her hips, revealing that she's wearing nothing but a tiny string thong. She turns back around and presents her bare bottom to her victim once again. This time, she sits down slowly on his face, teasing him with the absence of her weight before finally settling down. Her ass cheeks clench around his face as she grinds against him, throwing her head back in pleasure. The man can't help but admire the perfect view of her ass, the string of her thong daring him to try and reach for it. He knows that if he does, she'll only clench tighter, silencing him once again. As the smothering continues, Mistress Xenia finally removes her remaining piece of clothing - her bra. She tosses it aside, leaving herself completely naked from the waist up. The man beneath her gasps as he catches a glimpse of her perfect tits, barely contained by the thin string of her thong. Xenia rides him hard, exploiting every inch of his face with her incredible ass. She leans in closer, her breasts now an inch away from his nose as she taunts him with whispered obscenities in his ear. The room is filled with the sounds of their heavy breathing, the slapping of their bodies against each other. After what feels like an eternity, Xenia finally stands up, leaving her captive gasping for air once again. She stands over him, admiring her handiwork as she watches his cock twitch beneath her. She takes a step back, giving him just enough space to speak. "That," he manages to whisper, voice hoarse from lack of air, "was the best 12 minutes of my life."