Mistress Enola Fetish - Payback is a bitch Fullhd
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The scene opens up to an ornate room, the walls adorned with rich tapestries and gilded frames. In the center of it all lies a large bed, its comforter made of silk and satin, covered in plush pillows. The room is dimly lit, adding to the allure of the setting. A single woman stands by the bed, her back turned to us. She wears a form-fitting black corset that hugs her hourglass figure, accentuating her ample cleavage and curvy hips. Her legs are encased in sheer black stockings that run all the way up to her garter belt. Her long red hair cascades down her back, framing the perfect oval of her face, which she keeps tilted slightly downwards towards the floor. Despite the sternness of her posture, there's an undeniable aura of confidence radiating from her. Suddenly, she turns around to face us – and we can't help but gasp in shock.
Before us stands a woman towering above us, easily eight feet tall. Her breasts are massive, nearly reaching her chin, and they sway hypnotically with each step she takes. Her stomach is perfectly flat, and her hips swing suggestively as she walks towards the bed. Her legs are like tree trunks, powerful and imposing, yet graceful at the same time. She has long, slender hands that move with a sense of purpose, yet there's a hint of cruelty in the set of her jaw. As she reaches the bed, she slowly climbs onto it, her body stretching out leisurely, taking up almost the entire surface area of the mattress.
"Now, then," she begins, her voice deep and raspy, "where were we?" She pauses for a moment, contemplating her next words before continuing. "Ah yes, payback. That's right. It seems that some people have forgotten who they serve." Her eyes scan the room, seemingly searching for something or someone. Suddenly, she spies us - or rather, our cock, which is visible through our pants. A wicked grin spreads across her face as she realizes what she intends to do with us.
"Come here, little one," she says, beckoning us closer with a crook of her finger. We hesitate for a moment, but her commanding tone and imposing presence make it impossible to resist. We take a tentative step forwards, our heart pounding in our chest. She grins wider, her teeth glinting in the dim light. "That's it," she coos, her voice dripping with honeyed malice. "Get comfortable. We've got quite a show planned for you."
With that, she lifts up one of the pillows from the bed and holds it out to us. "Go on," she says, her voice softening just slightly. "Put your head here. It'll be much more comfortable this way." We swallow hard, our cock throbbing in anticipation of what's to come. We move slowly towards the bed, feeling a strange mixture of fear and arousal coursing through our veins. As we get closer, we can see her face soften just a little, almost as if she's enjoying the power she has over us. "That's it," she murmurs, her fingers grazing against our cheek. "Now, just a bit more..." She helps guide our head onto the pillow, her hand firm yet gentle on our scalp.
Once we're in position, she steps back, surveying us once more. "Perfect," she says, her voice a low purr. With that, she slowly lowers herself onto us, her massive breasts pressing against our face, her thick auburn hair tickling our cheeks. She leans in close, her breath hot against our ear. "And now," she whispers, her voice dangerously soft, "we can begin."
With that, she wraps one of her long, slender hands around our cock and begins to stroke it slowly, her nails digging into our skin. It's a sensation unlike anything we've ever felt before, both exquisite and terrifying. As she starts to move her hips in a slow, sensual rhythm, she begins to grind her massive pussy against our face, her juices dripping down our chin. She moans softly, her body shuddering with pleasure. It's clear that she's in control, and we are her willing pawns.
Despite the fear and humiliation coursing through us, we can't help but find ourselves growing more aroused by the minute. The aura of power and dominance that surrounds her is intoxicating, and we are helpless to resist her. As she continues to ride us, her breath coming in ragged gasps, we find ourselves lost in the sensation, our mind consumed by the pleasure she's giving us. We close our eyes, surrendering fully to the moment, knowing that this is something we'll never be able to forget.
