Lace mask framing her focused eyes, the Dutch domme grips his cock base firmly and slides her mouth down slow, tongue pressing flat against the underside as spit starts to gleam on her chin. Kneeling between his spread thighs on what looks like a dim-lit bed, she works the shaft with steady pumps, her white corset hugging her curves while his hands tangle in the fabric nearby. She pulls off with a gasp, strings of saliva connecting her lips to the glistening head, before climbing up to straddle his face reverse, thighs clamping his head as her bare ass cheeks part slightly above him. Nipple piercing catches the low light when she arches back, positioning for dominance, and his palms rise to smack those cheeks with sharp cracks that echo through the room.
