Dea Nemesi Goddess Femdom - Dirty Denim Boots

Goddess Nemesis, clad in a pair of light-washed denim jeans and her signature black cowboy boots, sat regally upon the porcelain throne, her divine rear poised perfectly over the hole. With a smile that could freeze a slave in place, she acknowledged your request for a video featuring her in such an intimate setting. As she began to push out the first soft pebble of what would surely become a massive log of poop that day, there was no mistaking the power she held over you. It wasn't long before the first string of toilet paper followed – golden against the pure white of the porcelain surface behind it. Your eyes were glued to every movement of her perfect behind – the rise and fall as she strained slightly, just enough to show off those irresistible cheeks. You couldn't help but feel the heat rising in your own loins as you anticipated what would come next. With a royal flush that echoed through the room, Nemesis finally released her treasure into the waiting watery depths below. For a moment, she leaned back, absently wiping her hands on a nearby towel while surveying her handiwork with pride. Then, without warning, she leaned forward again, placing both hands firmly on either side of her hips and giving herself a good view of her work. "Want a closer look?" She purred menacingly, her voice low and seductive even amidst such an intimate act. And before you could even process what was happening, she'd swiveled effortlessly off of the throne, denim-clad bottom on full display for your pleasure. "Or perhaps," She continued, her eyes gleaming with mischief, "You'd prefer to taste it instead?" She leaned forward menacingly, daring you to respond. And when you didn't - well, that just made it all the sweeter for her, didn't it? With a chuckle of pure delight, she stretched out a hand, her dirty denim-covered sole inches from your face. "Come on now," She purred temptingly. "Don't be shy." The scent of her musk was intoxicating, and your cock throbbed almost painfully in response as she drew her foot back, leaving a trail of warmth and desire in its wake. "Show me how much you want it," She commanded, stepping back just enough to make you long for more. And so you forced yourself to speak – to beg, even, if that's what it would take. And so it was that you found yourself, kneeling before the Goddess Nemesis, blinded by desire and utterly undone by the sight and smell of her divine denim-clad ass. She leaned forward once more, tongue darting out to trace a line along the seam of her jeans before pressing them firmly against your face. "Taste," She hissed urgently, her voice taking on a note of pure pleasure-tinged anticipation. And so you did, tonguing eagerly at the smooth, cool denim that concealed her sweet musk and the promise of so much more beneath. And as you lost yourself in the taste and scent of her, you couldn't help but dream of what it would be like to feel those denim-clad cheeks wrapped around your cock, forcing every last bit of your devotion - and then some - right out of you.