Obedient Referee

Eriq pushes the bedroom door open. A woman with a 52-inch ass is already there, planted on the edge of his bed like she owns the place. She turns. Blonde. Big natural tits straining her top. Brunette lashes, but that ass steals every thought from his head. She tells him exactly how it is: the gamblers she works for want certain calls, and he’s going to make them. He tries the honest-referee line; she laughs, stands, and lets him see just how wide she is, how heavy. She calls him what she knows he is—a submissive little bitch who melts for a woman who takes control. She drags the word “ass” across his brain. He’s still shaking his head no when she shoves him to the floor, straddles, and drops every inch of that 52-inch ass over his face. Breath gone. Resistance gone. She rocks forward, drags the weight across his mouth, and tells him every filthy detail of what he’ll do the next time he steps on the pitch. He licks when she orders it, worships when she spreads. She feeds him her bare feet between rounds of smothering, laughing every time his cock jerks. By the time she lifts off again, he’s already promising every crooked call she wants and begging for the next time her ass will own him.