Wimp Handyman - Sarah Lace

Sarah Lace needs a handyman. The second he walks through the door she starts tearing him apart. Calls him pathetic, useless, a born loser. Hands him a broom anyway and tells him to clean like his life depends on it. He fucks it up. She sees it in the first thirty seconds and smiles. Slams him to the floor, plants her bare foot across his face and grinds until he whimpers. She strips, climbs on, drops her wet pussy straight onto his mouth, rocking hard while she tells him exactly what he is. Every grind makes it clearer. He isn’t fixing anything tonight. He’s hers. She spins around, pins his wrists, feeds him her ass while her toes curl over his tongue. He gasps, licks, obeys. She keeps him there, smothering, stroking, owning every inch until the only thing left in his head is the taste of her and the weight of her feet. The handyman is gone. All that’s left is another broken slave learning his place under Goddess Sarah Lace.