Kitana is a Domme - Kitana Montana

Kitana drags Eriq into the dungeon like she owns him. She laughs in his face and tells him what a weak little bitch he is. Her boots come first—thick, leather, waiting. She plants them in front of him and makes him lick every inch, tongue dragging across the toe, the sole, the heel. He’s on his knees the whole time, exactly where she wants him. When she’s satisfied with his tongue on leather, she peels off the boots and shoves her bare feet at him. He has to kiss, lick, and suck every toe while she watches, smirking. She spits on his tongue to keep him slick. After he’s cleaned her soles, she drops that fat bubble ass right on his face. Full weight, no mercy. She grinds down, cutting off his air, smothering him with soft, heavy cheeks while he struggles underneath. Then it’s time to ride. She climbs on his back, digs her heels in, and drives him around the room like a broken pony, bouncing on him, spitting when he slows. Every few strides she slams back down on his face again, smothering and grinding until his whole world is just her ass and the sound of her laughter. She keeps him there—under her boots, under her feet, under her ass—until she decides he’s had enough.