Smother my face in your ass

He towers over her. Shirtless, sweat-slick, muscles tight. She wants his cock but he wants her mouth on his ass and he isn't asking twice. He grabs the back of her head, pulls her between his cheeks, and tells her to stay there until he says she's done. She breathes him in deep, tongue working, nose buried, hands straining against the ropes around her wrists. The cuffs bite when she tries to reach for her own aching cunt. He leans forward, grinding back, thick cock swinging heavy, balls dragging over her chin with every slow roll of his hips. Every inch of her is stretched tight in restraint, but her mouth is the only thing he cares about right now. She doesn't beg to be fucked. She just eats like he told her to.