Boss Girls Productions - The odor of her new jeans (SD Video)

Daliah was always on the lookout for new ways to humiliate her personal servant. Today she had a special surprise in store for him - a brand new pair of extremely short jeans that she just had to show off. As she strutted into the room, her servant's eyes widened in anticipation at the sight of her gorgeous round ass enveloped by the tight denim material. Daliah loved nothing more than making him squirm.

With a smirk on her face, Daliah asked her servant if he liked her new outfit. The jeans were so short that they barely covered her panties, which were already soaked with her arousal. She knew that this was going to be a difficult task for him, but she took pleasure in pushing him to his limits. She sat down right in front of him, positioning herself so that her buttocks were planted directly on his face, with her knees was digging into his shoulders.

Daliah enjoyed the feeling of complete control as she leaned back slightly, pressing her body against his face. "Now, tell me," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm, "what do you think of the smell of my new jeans?" She wiggled her hips slightly, grinding her ass against his nose, taunting him to try and inhale the scent that was hovering just above his lips. "Go on," she purred, "you know you want to."

As she continued to tease him, Daliah couldn't help but let out a moan of pleasure at the feeling of his face pressed against her ass. She saw the struggles he was going through, trying to breathe under the weight of her body, but she loved it nonetheless. She reached forward, grabbing fistfuls of his hair, and pulled his head deeper into her groin, chuckling at his pathetic mewling sounds.

With each passing moment, Daliah could feel herself growing wetter between her legs. She increased the pressure on his face, grinding her hips against him in a primal rhythm that mirrored their animalistic desires. Her body trembled with anticipation as she waited for him to finally give in to her demands. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he gasped out the words she had been waiting for.

"It... it smells amazing, Mistress." His voice was barely audible above the sound of their heavy breathing. Daliah laughed, a cackle that bounced off the walls of the room. "I knew you'd love it." She leaned forward, her breath hot against his ear. "Now let's see if you can handle the real test," she whispered, sinking deeper into her scat fetish.

For the next several minutes, Daliah rode her servant's face like a bull, grinding her hips against him with a ferocity that left him both aroused and terrified. She alternated between smothering his face with her ass and teasing him with the faint but intoxicating scent of her sweat that lingered in the air around them. As she rode him harder, she felt herself getting closer and closer to the edge, her body tingling with anticipation.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Daliah climaxed, her body shuddering beneath the weight of her orgasm. She collapsed onto her servant's lap, panting heavily as she caught her breath. "Well?" she said, the smirk returning to her face. "Did you like the smell of my new jeans?" She paused, eyeing him for a moment before bursting out laughing. "So tell me, servant," she asked between giggles, "what did you think of the taste?"