Dominant Handjob - Dominant Handjob 120-mp4
The Smoke-Filled World of Femdom Handjobs
Clarissa's Dominant Handjob
Clarissa, Amber, and Mira stood before Bobby, their bodies practically dripping with anticipation. They were the epitome of feminine power, each one an expert in the art of domination. As they looked down at him, he could feel his heart racing in his chest.
"Get comfortable, slave," Clarissa purred, her voice like silk wrapped around a whip. She motioned for him to lie back on the floor, his head just above a dog bowl they'd placed next to them.
Amber and Mira took their positions, one on each side of him. Their eyes were cold, their faces stern as they reached down and grabbed hold of his cock. The sensation of their soft, gloved hands on his skin sent shivers down his spine.
"You're our plaything today, aren't you?" Mira whispered in his ear, her breath tickling his lobe. Bobby nodded, unable to speak past the lump in his throat.
As they began to stroke his cock, they blew smoke rings into his face. The contrast between the cool air on his skin and the heat of the smoke was intense, almost overwhelming. He felt himself getting closer and closer to the edge, but he knew they weren't done with him yet.
Amber's Dominant Handjob
Amber leaned in close, her lips brushing against his ear. "You like this, don't you?" she purred, her voice low and seductive. "You like feeling our power over you."
Bobby couldn't deny it. He moaned as she increased the pace of her strokes, her gloved hand moving up and down his shaft in a blur. The sensation was exquisite, but he knew there was more to come.
"Look at us, slave," Mira commanded, her voice hard as stone. Bobby did as he was told, meeting her gaze. She was staring back at him with a coldness that made him shiver.
"Do you deserve this?" she asked, her voice cutting through the air like a knife. Bobby shook his head, knowing the answer.
Mira's Dominant Handjob
Mira leaned in close, her breath hot against his cheek. "No, you don't," she hissed. "But we're going to give it to you anyway."
As she spoke, Amber and Clarissa increased their pace, their hands moving faster and faster. Bobby felt himself getting closer to the brink, but he didn't want it to end. He wanted their dominance, their control.
And then it happened. With one final, forceful stroke, they brought him to the edge of ecstasy. His body tensed, ready to explode, but they didn't stop there. Instead, they continued their rhythm, milking him until he could stand it no longer.
The Climax
With a cry that echoed through the room, Bobby erupted, his cum shooting up into the air. It landed in the dog bowl next to him, creating a mess that only served to make him even more aroused.
As he lay there, panting and spent, he looked up at the three dominant women who had brought him to his knees. They stared down at him, their expressions unreadable, but he knew they were satisfied.
And so was he. Because in their world of domination and control, he had finally found his place.
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