She gags you

Kelsey saunters slowly around your body, when an evil idea hits her.

She kicks out one of her legs and slowly runs her hands down her thighs for the audience, then sensually peels the white stocking off of her toned but incredibly soft leg. She lets the cameras get plenty of pictures of the erotic motion, before standing up straight and balling the stocking up in exaggerated movements.

She sits down on your chest, and places her free hand gently on your chin. "Open." the word is spoken so softly, yet somehow has more commanding **** behind it than anything you've ever experienced.

Maybe it was that impossibly commanding tone, maybe it was your daze and confusion, but you obey.

{if k_stripped=1}"You really though you were gonna make me your bitch, didn't you? You were so close to fucking me silly, you were so ready to really give it to me. And you didn't get anything but your ass kicked; That must be absolutely eating you up." She slowly lowers the wadded stocking to her thigh, and sensually drags it up across her divine slit, soaking up every drop of moisture. "Well... eat this."{endif}

My wife moves her rolled up stocking towards your face, teasing your lips with it in circles before shoving it into your mouth. You can smell and taste all the sweat and womanly juices the lace stocking had absorbed from the match, furthering your humiliation and submission to this goddess who conquered you.

"Good boy." she coos out in the same soft but infinitely commanding tone, gently slapping your face twice before standing back up over you.