Strip Club Domme 16

Glenn walks into MeanBitch Strip Club like a man already halfway broken. Skye Mae catches his eye straight away, those big tits barely held by thin straps, business skirt split high on her thighs. He barely gets a dance offer out before the words tumble loose, hot and shameful: feet and ass, please. She laughs, short and sharp, says he’s one of those guys. He stammers something about normal, but Skye shuts him down, tells him she’s running the show now. Sit back, do what you’re told, she says. Call her ma’am. Then her feet come up—dirty, sweaty—and press hard into his face. Smell first, then worship, tongue working while she watches. Next thing he knows he’s hauled on stage, forced to beg for the right to kiss her ass. She grants it by yanking his head between her cheeks, smothering him under her weight while the lights flash. When she’s had enough of that she drops to her knees, takes him in hand and mouth, stroking and sucking till his legs shake. No mercy, just her rules, right there under the club lights.