Headsitting in hot jeans: A Dominant Jeans Girl's Pursuit
Dominant jeans girl Erina stood tall in her black denim skirt, her eyes fixated on the servant at her feet. She knew he was eager to feel her divine ass on his head, and she planned to make him wait just a little longer. With each step she took towards him, his anticipation grew.
Erina stopped inches away from him, admiring her reflection in his eyes as they stared up at her. She reached down and grabbed his chin, forcing him to look up at her. "You're lucky, you know?" she purred. “You get to feel this magnificent ass on your head. Now, tell me… are you ready for it?"
The servant nodded eagerly, unable to tear his eyes away from the sight of her round, ripe ass peeking out from underneath her skirt. Erina chuckled softly, amused by his eagerness. She reached down and grabbed the back of his shirt, pulling him up to his feet before pushing him back down again so that he was kneeling on the floor.
Slowly, deliberately, Erina unzipped her skirt, revealing more and more of her perfect ass. She took her time, savoring the look of anticipation on the servant's face. When she was finally ready, she lowered herself down onto his head, feeling his warm breath against her skin.
The servant gasped as he felt the weight of Erina's body pressing down on him. She was mercifully light, but the pressure was still intense. He tried to close his eyes, but she gripped his hair tightly, forcing him to keep them open. Moans of pleasure escaped Erina's lips as she began to rock back and forth on his head.
She changed positions, grinding her hips against his face and head. The servant could feel the heat from her skin against his, but he dared not move. She was in control, and he was at her mercy. Erina shifted her weight, placing one hand on the back of his head to hold him in place.
"That's it, servant," she purred. "Feel the full weight of my jeans-clad ass on your head. Take it all in."
The servant could feel the cold metal of Erina's belt buckle pressing against the back of his head. He tried to ignore the growing discomfort in his neck and focusing on the sensation of her ass against his face.
Erina sat up straight, giving the servant a clear view of her ass as she wiggled in her seat. She watched as his eyes widened in pleasure at the sight of her. She leaned forward, her breasts pressing against his cheek.
"You like that, don't you?" she whispered. "You like feeling my ass on your head."
The servant nodded, unable to speak. Erina grinned devilishly, her eyes gleaming with excitement. She placed her hands on her hips and lowered herself back down onto his head, this time grinding her hips against him.
"This is your punishment," she panted. "And yet, you still beg for more. How pathetic you are."
Despite her harsh words, the servant couldn't help but moan in pleasure as she continued to rock her hips against his head. The feeling of her hot skin against his was too much to resist. Erina leaned forward, her breath warm on his ear.
"See how much you like it?" she whispered. "You're just a toy to me, a plaything to amuse myself with. And yet, you beg for more."
The servant could feel the heat emanating from Erina's body, along with the friction of her skin against his. He couldn't deny that he loved feeling her ass on his head, even if it meant enduring her taunts and teasing.
As Erina began to pick up the pace, rocking back and forth on his head, the servant could feel himself losing control. The pressure on his neck was becoming unbearable, and he could feel himself getting closer to the edge. But he couldn't bring himself to ask her to stop.
Instead, he focused on the feeling of her ass against his face, the warmth of her skin, the softness of her jeans against his cheek. And when he finally climaxed, his eyes rolling back in his head as he shook with pleasure, Erina pulled away with a smirk.
"You disgusting creature," she said, standing up and straightening her skirt. "I'll be sure to keep you around for more of this."
With that, she turned and walked away, leaving the servant on the floor, struggling to catch his breath and wipe the drool from his chin. But despite the pain in his neck and the humiliation he felt, there was no denying that he was already Fantasizing about the next time Erina would sit on his head.
