Boss Girls Productions - The beanbag of his mistress (WMV Low Resolution)

Boss Girls Productions invites you to enjoy an intimate moment between a dominant mistress and her loyal servant. Today, Mistress Leana has devised a unique way to relax - by using her servant as a human beanbag. As she slowly walks towards him, her tight jeans rubbing against his cheekbaking the slightest resistance, anticipation builds within both of them. She takes a deep breath, feeling the weight of his body against her jeans already starting to make her feel more comfortable. "This should be quite enjoyable," she mutters, her voice barely audible over the sound of the denim rubbing against skin. Slowly but surely, she lowers herself onto his chest, feeling the soft fabric of his shirt give way beneath her weight. His cock, already hard from anticipation, presses against her thigh, adding an unintended but nonetheless thrilling element to their shared experience. "Just relax," she whispers, running her fingers through his hair as she begins to gently rock back and forth. His mouth finds its way between her legs, eagerly tasting her sweet nectar while also serving as a convenient armrest for the mistress. He can feel every inch of her large, strong thighs rubbing against his face as she steadily gains comfort from her unusual seat. As time passes, Mistress Leana starts to let her guard down. The weight of her body sinking deeper into her servant's frame elicits soft moans of pleasure. She slowly begins to grind against his face, adding more friction to the already heated surface. Her hips sway side to side, her thighs slapping against his face in rhythm with her slowly increasing desire. The scent of her arousal fills his nostrils, heady and intoxicating. It's all he can do to focus on pleasing her, his tongue darting out to lap up every drop of her essence that trickles down her thighs. As he feels her body tremble in anticipation of an impending orgasm, he knows he mustn't disappoint - he must make her feel truly special. With one last push of intensity, Mistress Leana reaches her climax. Her hips buck wildly against his face, her gasps of pleasure echoing around the room. As her muscles relax, she leans back, taking a deep breath to catch her breath. Looking down at her faithful servant, she smiles contentedly, "That was... quite an experience." Slowly, she begins to pull herself off of him, reluctantly removing the warmth and comfort of her body from his. He watches as she stands up, adjusting the tight jeans that have left red handprints on his cheeks. With a final glance over her shoulder, she turns and walks away, leaving him to savor the memory of their intimate moment together.