Mistress Mystique - Farty Shits; Cum Eat!

Mistress Mystique loves her job as a dominatrix, and it seems like her client today has a particular fetish that she can cater to. As he kneels before her, eyes fixed on her perfect ass, she can feel the anticipation building in the air. Dressed in a tight latex catsuit that hugs every curve of her body - especially her rounded ass - she knows exactly what he craves more than pussy.

Shifting her weight to one hip, she asks coyly, "So, you want my ass to feed you, huh?" Her voice echoes in the dank dungeon, making goosebumps break out over his skin. She chuckles darkly, thinking about how eager he must be by now. With a wicked gleam in her eyes, she turns around and bends over at the waist, presenting her perfectly round ass to him.

She waits until he's almost clawing at the ground with desire before straightening up again. "First," she says firmly as she runs her fingers through her long, raven hair, "you need to understand that this isn't about pussy." She pauses dramatically, deliberately drawing out the moment. "This is about dominance and submission," she finally continues, "and more importantly, about you submitting to my every command."

As if to drive home her point, Mistress Mystique begins to gyrate her hips seductively, teasingly showing off her ass. The sight seems to have the desired effect on her client - he can't help but moan softly at the sight of her flesh jiggling enticingly. "Now," she purred, "prepare yourself to worship my divine ass like the disciple you are." And with that, she reached behind her with one gloved hand and slowly began to pull down her latex catsuit.

It was a slow, tantalizing process. With each inch of fabric that she revealed, Mistress Mystique's ass seemed to grow larger and more inviting. Finally, she reached down and grasped one of her cheeks in her hand, lifting it up just enough so that it was level with her client's face. "Cum eat," she ordered softly, her voice breathy with anticipation.

He didn't need to be told twice. With a groan of pure pleasure, he leaned in closer, his tongue darting out to trace the edge of her puckered anus. As he lapped eagerly at the tight hole, Mistress Mystique let out a deep sigh of satisfaction. "That's it," she murmured, closing her eyes in bliss. "Now, as for my other command..."