Erotic Breath Play

Mistress Mercy’s stunning, tattooed ass completely owns the frame as she lowers herself onto her hooded slave’s face in a deep, forward facesitting position. Strapped securely to the red discipline bench, he disappears beneath her perfect curves while her foot teases his exposed cock and balls. “You like what you see?” she purrs, her voice full of wicked confidence. “I bet you wish this ass was smothering you even more.” She settles her full weight down, demanding he hold his breath to prove his worth. The slave’s body soon twitches beneath her as she grinds slowly, her round cheeks pressing tight against his face. “Sometimes they forget everything when my ass is on them,” she laughs, lifting just enough to let him gasp before dropping back down.

Disgusted by his tiny, pathetic cock, Mercy orders him to stroke it with two fingers while she rocks her hips. “I only touch real stud cocks,” she sneers, shifting into side saddle for a moment to give him a teasing view of her body before returning to full smother. Delicious angles capture every curve as she rolls her ass over his face. “If you can cum before you need air again, you might earn a release. But if you can’t… it’s two more months locked up.” The desperate slave frantically pumps beneath her, his body straining as she smothers him deeper. When he finally taps out, she stands and sends him crawling back to his chastity cage, leaving him aching and denied under her total control.