Lilys Pantyfacesitting Wrestling - Overhead View of Wrestling And Smothering At Work

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Overhead View of Wrestling And Smothering At Work

As I step into the room, I can feel his eyes on me. My heart races with excitement, knowing that today is the day I finally get to teach him a lesson. I'm clad in my usual feminine office attire: a crisp blue button-up shirt tucked neatly into a short, tight business skirt, sheer pantyhose stretched over my white silk panties, and black ankle-strap stilettos that click-clack against the floor.

I turn to face him, my eyes narrowed in determination. "You're going to regret underestimating me," I warn him softly.

Before he knows what hits him, I've taken him down to the floor on his stomach in a tight headlock. His face turns red, his breath coming out in short gasps. I lean in close, my hot breath tickling his ear. "This is your first mistake," I whisper menacingly.

Without giving him a chance to respond, I transition into a side control position, trapping his arms against the floor. I start with a simple ground and pound, my fists pummeling his chest rhythmically. As he tries to buck me off, I laugh cruelly. "This is what happens when you cross a woman like me," I hiss.

Next, I slide my legs between his, locking him in a figure four leglock. He squirms under my weight, his face turning purple now. I sit back and watch him writhe, enjoying the power I hold over him. "You should have listened to me when you had the chance," I taunt, my voice dripping with sarcasm.

As I tighten my legs even more, he lets out a faint whimper. I lean down, my face just inches from his, and whisper softly, "Do you want to give up?"

His reply is muffled by the pain, but I can still hear him whisper, "No."

Smirking, I climb off him and stand up, my legs spread wide. He gasps in anticipation as I slowly lower myself onto his face, my thick, strong thighs engulfing his head in a tight reverse headscissor. "This is what domination feels like," I whisper into his ear, feeling his mouth brush against my pantyhose.

I tighten my grip, my muscles flexing as I squeeze the life out of him. His face turns a dark shade of purple now, his eyes bulging in pain. But still, he doesn't give up. I lean down, my breasts pressing against his chest. "I can see you like this, don't you?" I ask, my voice soft and seductive.

"Yes," he manages to whisper between gasps for air.

I lean back, my thighs still locked in place. "Good boy," I murmur, feeling a surge of power course through me. And with that, I sit back on his face, wriggling my bottom on his nose and mouth. He tries to push me off, but it's no use. I'm too strong, too determined to let him escape.

I sit there, enjoying the sensation of his face against my pantyhose-covered bottom, feeling his nose pushing into my pussy and bottom. The moans of frustration coming from him feel incredible on my skin.

Finally, when he's made enough pathetic noises, I slide back onto his chest and look down at him. "I think I've taught you enough of a lesson," I say softly, my breath hot against his skin.

As I walk away, I can feel his eyes on me once more. But this time, there's something else mixed in with the fear and pain: admiration. And that thrills me more than anything else.

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