Sit on your face

Della has usually always been blunt with what she wanted, rather it was this type of situation or something more professional. Right now, she isn't even going to communicate. She instead pushes you down until your sitting on the floor against her bed, with it just reaching high enough so you can lay your head back onto it. "Del I.." You stammer before she places her index vertically on your lips, "I need some service, with a smile or whatever I won't be able to see you", while turning she backs straight up and plants your nose into her shapely ass. Heavens they're so soft, tan and erotic. Her sizable ass which allows you to confirm she is no doubt Brazilian after all. Through the sweat and her fragrance you dazedly make out the smell of her leaky pussy, as it's smell becomes stronger as she slides you down like a credit card until your inhaling it straight from the source. Sweet and tangy aroma at a level of strength as an extract, her soft and misty lips envelope your entire nose and continues toward your mouth. After what she has felt like is her destination, she stops, and gives a light bounce as your head sinks further back into the mattress.

"I don't believe this will ever be replace by machines, this sensation, my little cadeira". You take the bounce as an urge to begin your work. You set your tongue lapping at whatever flesh it finds as you cannot see, the enormous ass on top of you covers your entire face but what you can make out is her beginning to tremble through the vibrations of your exotic anchor. Wearing this woman as a mask has turned you on so much you just sit there and flex your hard cock in the air on the floor. You feel a shift of weight on one side as she lifts one of the legs that's reverse straddling you and cautiously plants her heel at your shaft base and takes your cock head in between her toes. You moan into her snatch and she clenches your tongue in return. "Is only fair my chair is maintained, yes?", she smugly clarifies and begins to knead your pistol.

You aren't to be outmatched by her soft and delicate foot as you pick up your lapping pace, you explore and try to find her button. As you begin to believe you have she pushes down harder into you confirming just so, you take it into your lips as though it was her cock to be drained instead. Her frantic ministrations above and uncontrolled jacking has turned this furniture play into a wriggly hot mess. "Keep going! I'm cumming!" Della shouts and frantically convulsing on top of your face as the water main seemingly breaks and nearly waterboards you if it weren't the safe vacuum seal you have on her crotch. At the same time you're feeling the edge of release and shift your hips into her foot more, impressively through her own orgasm she takes notice on yours and strengthens her hold of your cock in her toes as you finally climax and coat her foot it sticky warm cum. You feel warmth splash onto your stomach as her own cock is also releasing a torrent of jizz, treating her own cumshot as a combo or a skipping and stone and continues to grind into your mouth. When you're both seemingly drained of all sexual fluids she dismounts you, as the cold air hits your face you finally get a better idea of how covered you actually are. "Phew, _gostoso. _Maybe you should clean up before we talk about what you need." Ah yes, the clues...