Emma Is a Domme

Emma opens the box on her birthday and finds black lace lingerie that barely covers what matters. She steps into it slow, straps it tight. The sweet girl vanishes. The Goddess takes her place. Marcus kneels already, jaw tight, breathing hard. She plants her bare foot on his chest and pushes until he’s flat on the bed. Her toes drag across his mouth and he licks without being told twice. She laughs low, sits back, and drops that perfect ass right onto his face. He can’t see. He can’t speak. All he can do is breathe her in while she grinds down and takes what she wants. She reaches back, wraps her hand around his cock, strokes him hard and slow, keeping him right on the edge until he’s shaking. The crop flicks across his thigh when he gets too loud. She owns every inch of him now. He’s just a tongue and a cock for her pleasure, and she’s only getting started.