Murdrotica leaned over me, her perfectly sculpted body dripping with sweat, her chest heaving slightly as she caught her breath. For the past hour, she'd been working me like a rag doll – first, making me worship every inch of her perfect form, and then using my face for a custom video for one of her customers. It was humiliating, but I couldn't deny the thrill that ran through me at the thought of being so intimately involved in her work.
"Time for the finale," she purred, her lips curling into a smug grin. With a flick of her wrist, she shoved her ass in my face, making me gag as the overwhelming scent of her sweat and sex flooded my nostrils. "Sniff it," she commanded, her voice low and menacing.
I didn't protest as I obediently sniffed at her moist, musky opening, feeling my cock twitch in anticipation. Murdrotica watched me, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction, before pushing me back down onto the floor. "Get on all fours," she ordered, her voice no less harsh despite the indulgent smile on her lips.
I obeyed without question, my body aching from being used as her personal plaything. As I knelt before her, she took one last deep breath, savoring theintoxicating mixture of sweat and excitement that permeated the air. Then, with a mischievous glint in her eye, she scooped up her phone and positioned it above us.
"Camera on," she breathed, and I felt a thrill run through me as I realized what she was planning. As if it wasn't humiliating enough to have my face buried in her sweaty, sticky sex, now she wanted to film it all for her customer.
Without even asking, I slipped my phone out of my pocket and handed it to her, eager to please. She thanked me with a sultry smile, then positioned her phone to capture every angle of the scene. As she set it down, she straddled my head, her shiny black panties covering her wet, hairy mound.
"Now, who's ready for some face-sitting?" she teased, wiggling her perfect ass in my face. I moaned, unable to resist the temptation, and before I knew it, she was sitting down hard on my face. Her weight crushed my nose, making it difficult to breathe, but I didn't mind. Not when I could feel the warmth of her pussy against my lips, taste her sweet juices on my tongue.
She began to rock back and forth, her moist folds sliding across my face. Her hands clasped behind her head, her knuckles practically touching my nose, and she leaned back, her full breasts brushing against my chest. "Like that?" she purred.
I groaned, feeling a wave of desire wash over me as I continued to service her perfect body. She was right; I really did enjoy being used like this. As if reading my thoughts, Murdrotica chuckled, then leaned forward, her hair tickling my nose as she spoke softly into my ear.
"Do you want me to take a selfie while I'm sitting on your face?" she asked, her voice a whispered promise of more to come. I could hardly believe what I was hearing, but I wasn't about to turn down the chance to please her further.
"Yes, please," I gasped out, struggling to get the words past the weight on my chest. With a wicked grin, she reached down and grabbed her phone, positioning it above our heads. Then, she leaned back, propping herself up on her hands and knees, her lush curves on full display.
"Say cheese," she purred, and I felt her thick folds slide across my mouth as she took a series of photos. The way she laughed, so free and uninhibited, sent shivers down my spine, and I couldn't help but moan around her swollen clit.
"More?" she asked, her voice rough with desire. I nodded, unable to speak, and she resumed her slow, sensual ride on my face. This time, though, she let her feet dangle in the air, her panties edging dangerously close to my nose.
I shivered in anticipation, waiting for that intoxicating scent to assault my senses again. And when it did, all rational thought flew out the window. I breathed in deeply, my nostrils flaring as I tried to catch every last whiff of her sweat and sex.
Murdrotica watched me, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction as she began to thrust her hips forward, grinding her pussy against my face. She was completely in control, and I loved every second of it. As she neared her climax, her body tightened and her gasps grew louder.
"I'm close," she warned, a wicked gleam in her eye. Without warning, she sat up, lifting her perfect ass off my face. In that moment, I felt the sudden loss of warmth and fullness, and my heart broke a little. But then, she leaned forward, her face just inches from mine, and whispered.
"You've been such a good little cockslut. I think it's only fair that you get to taste my nectar."
With that, she slowly lowered her glorious pussy onto my face, her juices dripping down my chin as I eagerly lapped them up. And when she finally came, her screams echoing through the room, I felt like the luckiest man alive.
