The world outside is a blur of financial news, a relentless stream of charts and chatter that demands your focus. But I, JenniLane, your queen, stand before you, and I will not be ignored. In this dimly lit room, where shadows dance across the walls, your only duty is to me. Forget the noise of the world; your devotion belongs here, in this 16-minute POV fantasy where I reign supreme, my body your temple, my desires your law.

I stand before you, my bright pink top hugging my curves, a vibrant tease that sets the stage. My eyes meet yours, a silent decree to surrender. With a slow, deliberate sway, I trace the hem of my top, fingers lingering before I pull it off, revealing a glossy pink bra that shimmers in the soft light. I lean closer, my cleavage a siren’s c*ll, daring you to look away. My fingers find the clasp, and with a coy smile, I let the bra fall, baring my full breasts. My nipples, already hard, beckon, and I pinch them gently, coaxing them to stiffen further, my gaze never leaving yours.

My denim mini skirt clings to my hips, tight and teasing. I twirl, the motion fluid, before kneeling on a smooth bl*ck leather ottoman. My *ss, framed by a bl*ck thong, thrusts toward you, a command to worship. I sway and bounce, each movement deliberate, drawing you deeper into my spell. My fingers h*ok into the skirt, sliding it down my thighs, leaving me in nothing but the thong, my curves bare and unyielding.

I turn to face you, settling onto the cool white leather ottoman, the chill against my skin sparking a shiver. I kick off my tennis shoes, revealing my bare feet, their soles faintly slick with the day’s warmth. I press them toward your face, my voice low and firm. “L*ck them,” I command. “Smell my toes. Prove your devotion.” The air thickens with the scent of my skin as you obey, and a wicked smile curls my lips. Your submission is my crown.

My eyes catch the bulge in your shorts, and I can’t resist. I slide my soles down, rubbing against your crotch, feeling your hardness pulse beneath the fabric. “More?” I purr, my voice laced with mischief. I tug your shorts away, freeing your throbbing c*ck. My hands wrap around it, admiring its strength, the heat of it against my skin. A bead of precum glistens, and I lean in, my tongue flicking out to taste it, savoring the salty warmth before taking you deep into my throat, my lips a tight seal around you.

I’m not done teasing. I pull back, curling my painted toes around your shaft, my silky soles gliding up and down in a slow, deliberate foot job. Your trembling fuels my desire, but I crave more. I take you back into my mouth, my tongue dancing, teasing, pushing you to the edge. Every shudder, every gasp, is mine to command.

When the moment feels right, I lean back, my fingers tugging at my thong. It slides off, revealing my glistening p*ssy, wet with anticipation. I slip two fingers inside, playing with myself, my soft moans filling the air as I show you my need. I turn, presenting my *ss again, and lower myself onto you, taking you inside in a slow, reverse cowgirl rhythm. “Not yet,” I warn, my voice a sultry blade. “You c*m when I say.”

I ride you, my body moving in perfect sync, the leather creaking beneath us. The heat builds, your control fraying, but I hold the reins. When you’re at your limit, I spin to face you, my eyes b*rning into yours. I take you back into my mouth, my hands relentless, guiding you to the brink. “Now,” I whisper, and you release, your warmth spilling across my face and tits, a tribute to your queen.

As the moment fades, I sit back, a triumphant smile on my lips. The world outside is nothing compared to this. You’ve served me, and in this fantasy, I am your everything.

Facials Humiliation Bl*w Jobs Jenni Lane’s Commanding Pleasure: A 16-Minute POV S*x, Foot Job, Bl*w Job Fantasy with C4s.com

Facials Humiliation Blw Jobs Jenni Lane’s Commanding Pleasure: A 16-Minute POV Sx, Foot Job, Bl*w Job Fantasy with C4s.com