Do My Ass & I'll Do My Pussy — Facesitting, Ass Worship & Female Orgasm | Mistress Mercy Rage

The scene opens the way she intended it to — she's already there, already in place, already owning the moment before the camera fully catches up. She's naked. She's in the process of settling onto her slave's face as the frame opens. No preamble. No buildup. She doesn't believe in easing into things. "I bet you've been thinking about having your tongue up my ass all day, haven't you?" She already knows the answer. She settles in completely, not making it easy on him, because easy isn't what she came here for. She loves this, she tells him — when slaves struggle beneath her. She stays right where she is, not shifting, not lifting, just settled with her full weight pressing down. He taps her ass. A signal. He's asking for something. "There's no tap-out rules here," she tells him. "You do what I want." She sits firmly down again. He takes what she gives him, because that's the only option she's made available. The camera catches her from below — her perfect nude body, the lines and curves of it, her ass pressing him fully into the surface beneath her while she takes complete ownership of the situation. She rocks back and forth on his face. She wiggles without lifting. She's testing what he's made of, whether his need to serve her and his desire to be under her is strong enough to outweigh everything else his body is telling him. He stays under her. She stays on top. The camera earns its angle here — upward, showing the full shape of her body over him, every detail of exactly who is in charge of this moment and who is not. When she finally rises, he gasps. Immediately. The sound of someone refilling fast. His lungs taking in everything they can in the window she's given them. She doesn't sit back down. Instead she leans forward slightly and delivers a new instruction: lick. He does. Eagerly. Immediately. Without any need for persuasion or repetition. "This gets me so horny," she says, and the way she says it makes clear she's not performing the sentiment. Her hand moves to her pussy and she begins touching herself while he works at her from below. The combination — his tongue on her, her hand on herself — has her complete attention. She's fully present in this, not watching him, just feeling. The sounds she makes confirm this. She turns around. New position. She settles back onto his face facing the other direction this time, so he can reach her better, so she can ride his face the way she wants while she continues touching herself. She doesn't rush this part. She has nowhere to be and nothing more important to do than this. She works herself up, lets it build, keeps the pace she wants until the moment arrives on her own terms. She cums. On his face. She stands. She takes a moment. Then she looks at him. "Keep that on your face," she tells him. That's his cologne now. He has a business meeting to get to — she's sending him off — and he'll be walking into that room wearing exactly what she left behind. She sends him on his way. Then she sits in the chair and turns her attention directly to you. One final look. Her body, fully nude, on full display — the same body that just held him in place, that just used him for exactly what she needed, that just sent him off to his ordinary life still carrying her on his face. She touches her pussy one last time and smiles. She knows what you're thinking. She already knows. That's the arrangement. Her terms. Her rules. No tap-outs.