Mean Mattress Store - Ashlyn Peaks

Fluffy walks into Mean Mattress Store already looking out of place. Ashlyn towers over him, black hair down her back, arms crossed, beard scratching his cheek when she leans in close. “You look like somebody’s kid lost in the grown-up section,” she laughs. He blushes, says he’s only checking prices. She points to the priciest model on the floor and tells him that’s the one he’s buying. He mumbles that it doesn’t look comfortable. Next thing he knows she shoves him flat on his back and drops that giant ass straight onto his face, smothering every word. “Comfortable now, you little bitch?” His legs kick, but she grinds lower, letting every inch of her weight pin him. She leans forward, grabs his belt, yanks his pants down just enough to make fun of the small cock she finds. “Say sorry for being a loser with that tiny thing,” she orders. He tries to speak, voice lost under her ass. She lifts just enough for him to choke out the apology, then plants her bare feet on his chest and orders him to kiss every toe. He obeys, tongue working while she smirks down at him, thick thighs flexing, ass cheeks flexing. Every time he slows, she sits again, grinding until he’s gasping and twitching beneath her. By the time she’s done, Fluffy’s signed the receipt and knows exactly who owns him.