(mh=pch9AViZdZSHs88u)13.jpg)
The clock strikes nine, and Mistress descends, her heels clicking on the hardwood. I'm on my knees, ready, eager. She mounts my face, her massive ass swallowing my features. I'm her human chair, here for her amusement, her pleasure. She grinds, she smothers, she hums in satisfaction. I'm her feast, her breakfast, her plaything. My tongue explores, my mouth opens, accepting her, tasting her. She uses me, and I bask in the humiliation, the worship. This is my purpose, my joy.