Hacked and Dominated - Matti Mars

Jack answered his door and there she was. Matti Mars. Five-ten. Long legs in a tight skirt suit. Expensive heels. She walked past him like the place already belonged to her. She dropped the bombshell while he was still trying to smile. Hacked his wifi. Had every password. Bank log-ins. Cloud photos. Messages he’d rather delete. She smirked and told him her friends bought her things, did her favors, kept her happy. Jack was next on the list, or she’d make his private life very public. He ended up on his knees. Matti lifted one polished boot, sole down, and told him to lick. He ran his tongue over the leather, tasting street dirt while she watched, beard scratching against the toe. She called him a good little bitch and pressed harder. She stepped out of the skirt, peeled off the thong, and sat on his face. Full weight. Her ass smothering him, warm and smooth, grinding slow while she reached back to make sure his tongue stayed busy. She rocked on him until she got what she wanted, using his mouth like it was already hers. When she stood, she peeled off the blouse, let him kiss her tits, suck her nipples, bury his face wherever she pointed next. Armpit, sole of her foot, anywhere she felt like parking him. Every command came with that same sharp smirk, every act carried the same threat. Jack stayed on the floor, hard, obedient, exactly where she wanted him.