Leana, a gorgeous young woman with long, luscious brown hair and piercing green eyes, looked down at her boyfriend, feeling absolutely delighted with herself. He lay beneath her, his head nestled between her plump, round ass cheeks, his mouth agape as he stared in disbelief at the sight of her perfectly shaved pussy just inches from his face.
She'd been teasing him all morning, playing with the idea of sitting on his face since before they'd even gotten out of bed. He'd protested at first, but she'd laughed it off, knowing full well that he wouldn't be able to resist once she made it clear that this was what she wanted. And now here they were, with her sitting comfortably astride his face, her juicy ass cheeks pressing down on his nose and mouth.
Leana couldn't help but grin wickedly as she felt his trying futilely to catch his breath. She moved slightly, rubbing her ass against his face, teasing him with the promise of a whiff of her deliciously musky scent. "Like that, don't you?" she purred, her voice sonorous and seductive.
He moaned, inches away from his ultimate desire and yet completely powerless to act on it. "Leana... please," he groaned, his words muffled by her plump ass. "I can't breathe like this!"
She laughed softly, her body swaying slightly as she relished the sensation of sitting on someone's face. "You don't have to breathe just yet," she teased, leaning forward to brush her lips along his forehead. "But I promise you, you'll get to taste me soon enough."
She could feel his cock hard against her thigh, straining against his pants. She smirked to herself, knowing that she held all the power in this situation. And with that thought, she leaned back, feeling his protest as she lifted her hips slightly off his face. "Oh no you don't," she chided, reaching down to grasp his chin firmly in her hand. "Not until you beg."
He groaned, his eyes pleading with her even as he knew she wouldn't give in. And deep down, he loved every second of it. "Please, Leana," he whispered, his voice low and desperate. "I'll do anything you want."
She smiled, admiring the way his cock jerked helplessly against her thigh as he spoke. "That's more like it," she said, leaning forward again so that her ass cheeks were once again pressed against his face. "Now you can breathe for me."
And with that, she began to rock back and forth, taking him on a wild ride as she teased him with the promise of her pussy's sweet nectar. He could feel her heat enveloping him, her juices dripping down to coat his face and neck. He moaned again, his body trembling with need as she continued to deny him the one thing he wanted more than anything else in the world.
"Are you sure you don't want a taste?" she purred, arching her back so that he could feel the hard little nub of her clit against his lips. "Because I promise, it tastes just as good as it looks."
She waited a few heart-stopping seconds, savoring the anticipation and the absolute power she held over him. And then, slowly, she began to lower herself onto his face, feeling his tongue flick out nervously against her pussy lips. "That's it," she whispered, her voice low and sultry. "Taste me."
And with that, she was gone, plunging herself down onto his face as he reached up to grab her hips, his fingers digging into her soft, warm skin. She rocked back and forth, grinding her hips against his face, her cries of pleasure filling the air as he lapped eagerly at her pussy, desperate to taste every single drop of her sweet nectar.
Finally, she pulled away, gasping for air as she collapsed onto his chest. "Was it worth it?" she asked with a smirk, her eyes glinting playfully in the light.
He nodded fervently, kissing her softly on the lips. "Absolutely," he murmured, running his fingers through her long, luscious hair. "I'll never get tired of this."
She chuckled, rolling off of him and onto the bed next to him. "I know you won't," she said, stretching languidly. "And remember, you always have to ask before you get your little face sitting fix."
He laughed, rolling onto his side to face her. "I think I'll remember that, alright," he said, running his hand down her bare side, smiling as he felt her shiver. "I don't think I could forget something so memorable."
She kissed him softly on the mouth, letting her hand wander down to tease his rapidly hardening cock once again. "Well," she said with a wicked grin, "now that we've got that out of the way, maybe we should try something else."
He groaned, his brain still reeling from the sheer intensity of their little face-sitting interlude. "Anything you want, baby," he murmured, kissing her again. "I'm all yours."
And as they nestled together under the sheets, lost in each other's arms and the promise of another steamy encounter, Leana couldn't help but feel a twinge of pride. She loved this man, she truly did. But sometimes, it was so much fun to just sit on his face and remind him who was really in charge.
The End.
