In a dimly lit room, a teen mistress takes control, her eyes locked onto her prey. She straddles him, her tiny shorts offering little barrier between her wet heat and his throbbing length. She grinds against him, her breath ragged, yet she denies them both the relief they crave. Instead, she reaches into his boxers, her small hand wrapping around his thick shaft, stroking him firmly. He bucks into her touch, desperate for more, but she laughs, a low, cruel sound, and slows her pace. She leans down, her tongue flicking out to taste the pre-cum beading at his tip, her eyes never leaving his. She's in charge, and she's going to make them both pay for every second of pleasure.