Strip Club Domme 15 - Missa Mars

Glenn walks into the MeanBitch Strip Club and gets pulled straight into the sights of Missa Mars, blonde and built like trouble. She owns the space around her, big ass shifting as she moves, and she can smell weakness the second he sits. No small talk. She tells him to shut up and watch while she works that thick ass over his lap, slow grinds that leave him hard and hopeless. Every roll of her hips pulls him deeper under. When she’s ready, she stands, peels off the thin strip of fabric between her cheeks, and plants herself on his face. She rides his mouth the way she danced on his cock, rocking forward until his nose and tongue are buried and he can’t breathe without tasting her. She makes him lick lower, then drags him up again—ass to mouth without mercy—until the taste of her is all over his beard. When she wants more she swings around, bare feet on his chest first, then shoved against his tongue. She watches him clean each toe like it’s an order he can’t refuse. The whole time she talks low and mean, calling him her bitch while he nods and licks and swallows whatever she gives him. By the time she’s done, he’s on the floor, face shiny, beard damp, and completely hers.