Face Sitting in Ripped Pantyhose

He didn’t make dinner, left her hungry after work. Mistress doesn’t scream. She acts. She looks down at him, slowly crosses one leg over the other, and says everything with just a look You know what’s coming next. She sits on his face — heavy, confident, completely cutting off his air. No mercy. Just her weight, her thighs, and his muffled moans. She decides when he gets to breathe. She lifts up for a second — he gasps for air. She sits back down — silence. She loves feeling him struggle underneath her. How his hands tremble but don’t dare push her away. She takes her time. Punishment should be memorable. She rips her pantyhose open and makes him sniff her ass. A few minutes later, she stands up and walks away without looking back.