He resists...briefly

On all fours in front of Regina, Matt finds his pants uncomfortably tight as he stares at the throbbing erection in front of him, pre-cum leaking from the tip as Regina savors the sight of his will gradually crumbling away.

He can feel Regina looking down on him confidently as he stares, transfixed by the pulsing, leaking girlcock in front of him. Even with a part of his mind telling him that he has no reason to submit to Regina, he can't bring himself to pull away.

The stalemate stretches on for what is probably only a minute or too, but feels like an eternity for Matt. The urge to just let go and wallow in the pleasure of submitting to Regina is like a physical pressure, keeping Matt on his knees despite his thoughts of leaving.

"See, this is what happens when you try to think, Matthew. Nothing gets done, and you waste my time. You've already earned yourself a punishment, so hurry up and kiss my cock."

The stern tone hits Matt while he's on the tipping point, and he feels a surge of shame at displeasing the charismatic woman enthroned in front of him. His resolve crumbles as he finds himself leaning forwards and kissing the tip of Regina's cock urgently, too muddle-headed to think about what he's doing until it's too late.

Once he feels the hot, pulsing flesh of Regina's cockhead on his lips, it's all over for him. He's **** to admit to himself that this is what he's been craving for days now, and he's closer to cumming from his single act of submission to Regina then he's been in all his recent attempts at masturbating...