KINKY JOI: Kitchen Sub

She lets you in the door because you swore you would be the best kitchen slave she ever had. The counters are dirty, the sink is full, and the floor looks like shit. Too late to lie now. She orders you to sit. She stands over you in nothing but a thin black lace bra and panties that barely hold her heavy tits and round ass. You watch them sway and bounce while she walks back and forth, describing exactly what her pussy feels like when she gets this mad. Every step is a reminder of what you cannot touch. She tells you to stroke only when she says, stop when she snaps her fingers, and stare at every inch you failed to deserve. Her voice drops low and filthy. You keep your hands moving and your eyes locked on her body like it is the only thing keeping you alive.