I'm sure it's not hard to believe that this perv begs incessantly for My scissors treatment, and I love to hear it. Tonight, as part of our filming renaissance, I will finally oblige him.

I have to spread out his squeeze sessions because he's ... well, because he's such a little bitch about it. Once I cross my ankles and tuck his head in between My thick thighs, he's melting into Me. I only have to flex once or twice and he's delirious. Panting and moaning, eyes glassy, whispering "please" and telling Me again and again that it's too tight.

He's sweating within seconds and...

I'm sure it's not hard to believe that this perv begs incessantly for My scissors treatment, and I love to hear it. Tonight, as part of our filming renaissance, I will finally oblige him.

I have to spread out his squeeze sessions because he's ... well, because he's such a little bitch about it. Once I cross my ankles and tuck his head in between My thick thighs, he's melting into Me. I only have to flex once or twice and he's delirious. Panting and moaning, eyes glassy, whispering "please" and telling Me again and again that it's too tight.

He's sweating within seconds and wants only to be told where to go next. In his fog, he can't think, just obey.

He loves the catsuit -- the soft netting covered in velvet leopard patches -- and is instantly hard in his boxers. The totality of Me is sending him into subspace.

Since our scissors sessions are so few and far between, I want this to last. I switch up my leg extensions and figure 4 leg locks with reverse facesitting and some delicious ass and p*ssy worship. And lucky boy, I use My own strength to support My exhausted slave when it gets to be TOO too much.