Toiletslaveanddommes - Miss Anna and her slaves - Double handjob and facesitting until cumming - part 2

The room was humid and the atmosphere electric. Miss Anna, a tall, curvaceous woman with long black hair and piercing green eyes, stood before you. She wore a lacy black bra and thong, which barely contained her ample assets. Raisa, the cameraman for this scintillating session, circled around you and Miss Anna, capturing every intimate moment on film. You were both dripping in sweat, anticipation building as your hearts raced in tandem. Miss Anna motioned for you to get down on your knees, hands clasped behind your back. She smirked as she placed one of her stiletto heels gently against your bound hands, pressing down gently before slowly sliding it up and down your back, marking you with the scent of her perfume. It was intoxicating, and it only served to heighten your arousal. Your head was buried between Miss Anna's thighs as she wrapped one stocking-clad leg around your shoulders, trapping you in her web of control. She began to stroke your hair, cooing softly in your ears, her voice like honey. You couldn't help but shiver at her gentle touch. "That's it, my little toiletslave," she purred, guiding your hands to begin worshipping her feet. As she placed one foot gently on your mouth, you took in her scent, savoring every inch of her. Your tongue darted out to trace the lines of her stockings, ears perking up when she gasped in response. "That's right, my little slut. You're meant to be serving me like this," she commanded, pushing your head further into her crotch. You could feel her getting wetter, hotter with every passing moment. As she began to stroke herself, moaning softly, you could feel your cock throbbing in the confines of your pants. Her other hand closed around your curls, tugging gently as she pulled your head up to hers. She leaned down, lips brushing against yours in a soft, teasing kiss before pulling away. "I think it's time to reward my little toiletslave," she purred, gesturing for you to stand. With a lewd grin, she lowered you to your knees once again, placing one hand on the small of your back and guiding your face towards her pulsating clitoris. You hesitated for a moment, eyes wide with anticipation before sinking into the act. Your tongue danced over her swollen nub, tasting her sweetness as you began to jerk off. The room was filled with the sounds of flesh smacking against flesh and rhythmic stroking. You could feel Miss Anna's hips bucking against your face, and you took that as your cue to push yourself further. Grabbing onto her thighs for support, you dug your tongue deeper into her folds, sucking on her clit with relish. As you felt her body beginning to shudder, your own orgasm building to a fever pitch, you knew this was what you had been waiting for. This was your chance to please your Mistress, to show her just how much you adored her. She moaned loudly, hips jerking wildly as you brought her over the edge. And then, finally, she cried out, her pussy clenching around your face as she came undone. You felt her juices dripping down your chin, tasting her essence as you milked her for all she was worth. It was perfect. This was exactly what you had been craving, and Miss Anna delivered time and time again. As the fog of your orgasm began to clear, you looked up at Miss Anna, eyes bright with love and lust. She smiled down at you, her green eyes twinkling with mischief. "Did you enjoy that, my little toiletslave?" she purred, running her fingers through your hair. You nodded your head vigorously, unable to find the words to express just how much this meant to you. Because for you, this was more than just a fetish. This was your life. Your love. Your Mistress.