Worship Her Wet Slit
In a private, opulent dungeon, a dominatrix stretches out on a velvet chaise, her silk robe falling open to reveal her perfect, bare pussy. Her submissive, a man of considerable wealth and status, kneels before her, his eyes fixed on her sex. She offers him a cruel smile, knowing he's aching to touch her, to taste her. "You may masturbate," she commands, her voice a whip crack. He obeys, his hand wrapping around his straining cock, stroking it slowly as he continues to gaze at her pussy. She spreads her legs wider, allowing him a better view, taunting him with her power. "Faster," she orders, her voice harsh. He complies, his strokes growing faster, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He's close, so close, but he won't come without her permission. And she loves that she holds his pleasure in her hands.