Floor it

Being a helpless mess on the ground, made Zara wet with her need to dominate you.

"We're going to have so much fun." She says as she bites her lip. You look up, as if you were going to respond to her, or question what she was going to do, but Zara places the ball of her foot on the top of your head and brings you back to facing the floor.

Zara worked her way around you, and took a long look at your cock and balls. She couldn't resist them anymore, so she sat down behind you, and propped up your waist in her lap. She was sitting criss cross, so your package was now just hanging near her pussy. You could feel her warmth, only inches away.

Your cock couldn't take it. It twitched vigorously, but to no avail. Zara pinches your tip between her thumb and index finger. She pulls your dick down, so that it's touching the floor. Then she whispers loudly towards you:

"Hush now, little one. Momma's gonna make sure you get your relief."