Clothing Store Domme 2 - Kaiya Rose

Eriq steps into the boutique hunting for a dress. The woman behind the counter shoots him a look that could curdle milk. She snaps that he’s wasting her time, that no girlfriend would trust him to pick anything out, that he should crawl back to whatever hole he came from. He should walk. Instead his cock twitches at every insult. She catches the hunger in his eyes and smirks. “Thought so. On your knees, loser.” He drops. She lifts one heel, toes painted blood-red, and dangles it in front of his mouth. “Show me you know your place.” He plants desperate kisses along her arch, tasting sweat and leather. Laughing, she turns, yanks her skirt up, and drops that thick Black ass right onto his face. The weight smothers him. “Lick,” she orders. His tongue dives between her cheeks, frantic, and every crude command only makes him harder. She points to the changing rooms. “Get in there. Put on the pink lace set. Now.” He scurries like a whipped pet. When he comes out, shaved legs trembling in stockings, she grabs his chin. “Good little sissy bitch. On your back.” She plants that heavy ass over his mouth again, grinding while she strokes his locked-up clit through the panties, turning every humiliating second into another jolt of aching need.