Dominant Tease feeds slave boy Tits and Ass

Daphne towers over Lobo. Her full tits strain against the thin fabric. Her ass curves thick and heavy, perfect for taking a man's attention and holding it hostage. She pulls his wrists behind his back and loops the rope tight. The knot bites. His chest jerks forward. She likes him helpless. She climbs over his face slow. The heat between her thighs hits him first. Then the weight. She settles her ass across his mouth and nose, grinding until he gasps and struggles. Every breath he takes now comes from her. She rocks forward, drags those heavy tits down his chest, lets them drag over his mouth when she feels like giving him air. He moans like a man who forgot how to speak. She laughs, low and mean, and pins his head between her thighs again. Lobo's cock strains against his shorts. Daphne notices. She reaches back, squeezes him once, hard enough to make him buck. Then she lets go. Tease. Denial. She slides her tits across his face until he can't see, can't think, just feels skin and sweat and the scent of her. His tongue works blind. She rewards the effort by sinking lower, smothering him under her ass until his lungs burn. When she lifts, strings of spit stretch from his lips to her skin. She wipes them across his cheek with one palm and grins. Then she drops her tits into his open mouth, one nipple then the other, making him suck until his jaw aches. He pulls at the ropes. The knots hold. She watches his eyes water and keeps feeding him until she decides he's had enough. Daphne stands. Turns. Shows him everything he can't touch. Big tits, bigger ass, body she controls like a weapon. Lobo stays on his knees, breathing hard, waiting for whatever she gives him next.