Strip Club Domme Relapse - Ember Snow

Glenn's been haunting the MeanBitch Strip Club like a lost dog. Every paycheck, every late night, all for Goddess Ember Snow. She owns him already and she knows it. He buys her gifts, pays her bills, watches his savings vanish while she smirks and calls him pathetic. One night he grows a spine, hires a shrink, swears he'll quit. He tells Ember he's finished. She just laughs, leans in close, reminds him he'll crawl back with his tongue out. A month crawls by. He tells himself one last look won't hurt. He steps inside, certain he's stronger now. The second her thick Asian ass fills his vision, everything crumbles. She turns, plants that heavy flesh against his face, lets the heat and scent pull every thought out of his head. His wallet opens before his mouth does. She settles onto his face, grinds slow, lets him feel every inch of control she's taking back. Her feet find his tongue next, toes spreading, pressing, owning. She teases, edges, never lets him finish, keeps him begging, keeps him paying. Facesitting turns into smothering, smothering into orders, orders into worship until he's nothing but a tongue and a credit card. He was born for this. She just reminded him.