Marina was in an extraordinary mood tonight, her usual confident and assertive self amplified to a teasing level. She slinked into the room, a seductive smile playing on her lips, her eyes gleaming with excitement. Her boyfriend couldn't help but stare at her, his heart beating a little faster under her gaze. She sauntered over to him, wearing nothing but a lacy black bra and panty set that hugged her curves perfectly.
"What's gotten into you tonight, baby?" He asked her, his voice trailing off as he took in the way she was swaying her hips for him.
"Oh, nothing much," she purred, running her hands up his chest and over his shoulders, trailing them down his arms until her fingertips brushed against his cheek. "I just thought it might be fun to sit on your face."
His face flushed at the thought, and he felt his cock twitch in anticipation. This wasn't something they did often, but when she did suggest it, he couldn't resist. He knew she was in control, and he loved that about her.
Marina knelt down in front of him, her ass hovering just above his face. She lowered herself slowly, her gorgeous round ass pressing against his lips and mouth. He opened his mouth, eager to taste her, and she let out a soft giggle as she felt his warm breath on her skin.
"You like that, don't you?" She asked, her voice a husky whisper. "You like feeling my ass in your face?"
He couldn't answer as she began to grind against him, her hips moving in a sensual rhythm that had his cock standing at full attention. He reached up to touch her, but she caught his wrists before he could touch her skin.
"No, baby," she purred, her breath hot against his ear. "You just watch and enjoy."
She leaned back slightly, bracing herself with her hands on the armrests of the couch, and began to rock against his face. Her ass cheeks smacked against his mouth and nose, her skin hot and soft against his lips. He felt as though he were in a dream, lost in the sensation of her body moving against his, the scent of her arousal in the air.
Marina moved slowly at first, teasing him with just the tips of his tongue, but soon she began to pick up speed. Her hips pumped harder against his face, her breath coming in harsh gasps as she neared climax. He couldn't believe how turned on he was by this, how much he loved feeling so completely powerless under her control.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she let out a long, slow moan and collapsed back onto the couch. Her hips were still moving against him, but more slowly now, and with less force. She leaned over, pressing her naked breast against him as she reached for the remote.
"You can catch your breath now," she said with a satisfied smile, never once taking her eyes off the TV screen.
He looked up at her, amazed by how strong she was, how much she enjoyed being in control. He reached up and traced the outline of her breast with his fingertips, feeling the softness of her skin beneath the lace.
"You're incredible," he whispered, his voice still a bit shaky from the intensity of the experience.
She turned to him, her eyes gleaming with pride and satisfaction. "And don't you forget it," she said, her voice low and sultry. "I'll be expecting you to remember that next time."
With that, she leaned back into the cushions, content to let him watch as she lost herself in the world of the movie now playing on the screen. He watched her for a while, still feeling the weight of her ass on his chest, the taste of her skin in his mouth. He knew he would never forget this moment, never stop being amazed by the power and allure of his beautiful, dominant girlfriend.
