I was already irritated with him that night. His constant backtalk, the way he brushed off my words, and that smug attitude of acting like he ran things had pushed me past the limit. It was time to remind him exactly where he belonged.
I pointed to the bed and told him to get on it. The second he complied I clamped my powerful thighs around his head in a ruthless headscissors, locking him tight. I squeezed until the struggle drained out of him and he went completely limp in surrender. I was naked from the beginning. With his head trapped and utterly mine, I started using his face however I pleased.
I settled my bare pussy straight onto his mouth and nose, dragging myself slowly across his skin while the scissors stayed clamped shut. I rocked and ground against him, sliding my wet folds back and forth over his lips and nose so every scent and texture soaked into him. Then I rose higher and dragged my bare ass across his face instead, dropping more of my weight and grinding myself over him while my thighs kept his head completely immobilized.
There was no escape. He couldn’t twist free or shove me away. All he could do was stay locked between my legs while I treated his face like a private cleaning rag. Whenever he squirmed or made a noise I simply crushed my thighs harder and kept rubbing my pussy and ass over him. The relentless pressure of my legs around his head combined with the constant smear of my bare body across his features only deepened the humiliation.
I took my time. I stayed mounted for a long, uninterrupted stretch of pure control, alternating between wiping my pussy across his face and pressing my ass down hard, all while the headscissors never loosened. His face remained entirely at my mercy—pinned, used, and thoroughly claimed by me.
