Facesitting Domination in Sexy Yoga Pants! Ass Worshipping Duty for Lucky Slave!

In the sultry, sun-drenched British countryside, a captivating redhead mistress awaits her eager, lucky slave. She's a fit, petite dynamo in her tight, sexy yoga pants, ready to dominate with her ample, perfect ass. Today's session is all about facesitting domination, ass worshipping duty, and the mistress's notorious mistress night. The slave's task? To worship, sniff, and grind his face into her luscious, yoga pant-clad ass, all while she bounces, wiggles, and takes her pleasure from his dutiful adoration.

The mistress starts with a sultry walk, her yoga pants hugging every curve, her red hair cascading down her back. She commands the slave to lie down, his face upturned, his eyes filled with anticipation. She straddles him, her ass hovering inches above his face, teasing him with her scent and her heat. The moment she lowers herself, his face is enveloped in her thick, muscular thighs and her lush, round ass cheeks. He's in heaven, and she's in control.

The mistress begins to bounce, her perfect ass cheeks jiggling, her yoga pants stretching taut. She grinds her ass into his face, his nose buried in her crack, his tongue tracing her seam. She enjoys the sensation, feeling his hot breath on her skin, his eager lips worshipping her. She moans, her head thrown back, her hands clutching his thighs for support. The slave is in awe, his own pleasure forgotten as he dedicates himself to hers.

With every bounce, every wiggle, the mistress takes him further into her ass-worshipping duty. She sniffs his hair, his neck, his ear, driving him wild with her dominance. She orders him to open his mouth, to take her in, to swallow her scent, her heat. He complies, his face buried in her ass, his tongue flicking out, tasting her, teasing her. She's a goddess, and he's her devoted slave.

The mistress's yoga pants are drenched with her sweat, her juices, his saliva. She's a mess, but she's a gorgeous, sexy mess. Her ass, her face, her body, all glistening with her pleasure, her dominance. The slave is a picture of devotion, his face a wet, red mess, his eyes glazed over with lust. He's in bliss, and she's in control.

As the mistress's mistress night continues, she changes the game. She sits on his face, her ass grinding into his mouth, her pussy reaching for his nose. She rides his face, her hips moving in wild, passionate circles. He licks, he sucks, he worships. She moans, she grunts, she commands. She's a queen, and he's her humble servant.

The mistress night ends with the mistress taking control of the slave's pleasure. She stands up, her yoga pants dripping, her ass a red, sweaty mess. She orders him to come, to release his pent-up desire. He obeys, his body convulsing, his face a picture of pure, unadulterated bliss. The mistress watches, her chest heaving, her red hair a wild halo around her face. She's satisfied, she's dominant, she's the mistress of the night. And the lucky slave? He's left with a smile, a glow, and a story to tell.