Worshipping London

London River comes home after a brutal day. She finds you already bound to the floor, and something inside her shifts. She steps over you in her heels, drops her bag, and peels off her tight skirt. Sweat still clings to her skin. She plants one heel on your chest and presses down until your ribs protest. "Open," she orders, and you do. Her foot slides into your mouth, heel first, then toes, until your jaw aches. She watches every twitch. She strips her blouse, drops her bra, and slides her panties aside. She lowers herself onto your face, thighs locked, and starts to grind. Every slow roll of her hips coats your tongue in her taste. She pinches your nipples hard when she feels you falter. She leans forward, grabs your hair, and rides until her legs shake. She comes once, hard, then again, slower, dragging it out. Only when her breath evens does she lift off, leaving you wet and shaking beneath her. 2018. Femdom. MILF. Worship.