In a dimly lit room, Annabell stood confidently before her captive. The young man was tied to a sturdy chair, his head taped tightly with silver duct tape to immobilize it. His breaths were heavy, his heart racing as he watched his captor approach.
Annabell giggled darkly and grasped the back of the chair, pulling it closer to the table she had positioned in front of him. She placed her large, curvy ass on the edge of the table, dangling her legs teasingly in front of him. Her skirt hiked up, revealing her silky black thighs and lacy panties that were just barely covering her plump ass cheeks.
As she took her seat on his face, he couldn't help but breathe in her sweet perfume and the scent of her lavender shampoo. His eyes rolled back into his head as she leaned forward, pressing her soft stomach into his chin. She moaned softly, savoring the feeling of being in control.
She began by smothering him, pushing her rounded tummy into his face, cutting off his air supply. She rotated her hips, grinding her pussy against his mouth, teasing him mercilessly. His tongue darted out tentatively, seeking her out, but she simply chuckled and moved away, leaving him gasping for breath.
Annabell's heart raced with excitement as she felt his struggle beneath her. She leaned forward, pinning his shoulders to the chair, and ground her ass deeper into his face. She repeatedly hummed with pleasure, her hands running through his hair, pushing his face against her hard, wet pussy.
He whimpered beneath her, his body shaking with the effort to breathe. His cock, trapped inside his pants, throbbed painfully, leaking precum in anticipation of what was to come.
She leaned back, looking down at him with a wicked smile. Her eyes sparkled with excitement as she reached down, grabbing his head, and guiding it back to her pulsating pussy. She moaned loudly, feeling his warm tongue lap at her folds, circling her clit before diving inside of her.
Her hips bucked wildly, fucking his face as she rode his tongue. Her fingers dug into his hair, urging him on, demanding more. He licked and suckled at her, determined to make her cum, to feel her powerful orgasm shoot through his body.
And then, with a scream that echoed through the room, Annabell came, her body shaking with the intensity of the pleasure. She rode out her climax, her fingers digging harder into his scalp as she ground her pussy against his face.
Finally, she collapsed onto the table, panting heavily. Slowly, she removed her ass from his face, allowing him to breathe again. She stood up, a wicked grin forming on her lips as she gazed down at him, her captive audience.
