Chinese Women Are Dominant

I love the way he struggles beneath me. With my legs wrapped around his neck he is helpless, breathless, completely mine. Wrapping my thighs around his head, I feel his resistance melt with every tightening pulse of my muscles. It’s not just about femdom. It’s intimacy, power, pleasure, all coiled into one slow, deliberate squeeze. This is how dominant Chinese women control their men. His muffled gasps excite me, a reminder that he’s trapped exactly where I want him, between the strength of my body and the heat of my desire. In this moment, I’m not just his wife. I’m his queen, his captor, his everything.