With a sneeze, Ellie Rowyn's allergies kick in, her nose twitching, scrunching in a way that sends her step-son into a frenzy. She's a domme through and through, and she knows exactly what she's doing. "Play with yourself, but don't you dare come until I say so," she orders, her voice like velvet. She sneezes again, and again, each time her nose crunching, her body shaking, her step-son's cock twitching in response. He strokes, his eyes locked onto her face, her nose, her tattooed body, as she counts down to his orgasm, her voice a symphony of control and desire.