Nataly sat comfortably on her cushioned desk chair, her attention focused on the messages scrolling past on her laptop screen. The warm glow from the overhead light cast a soft sheen over her bare shoulders, highlighting the gentle sway of her breasts as she typed swift responses to her friends.
Unbeknownst to her, a silent spectator watched from below. His eyes fixated on the tantalizing sight of her exposed thighs peeking out from beneath the short skirt she wore. The prisoner, bound to a metal slab with a ring gag in his mouth, could only stare up and fantasize about tasting what was just out of reach – like a drug to him.
Suddenly, without warning, Nataly shifted her weight, leaning forward to better read a message on her screen. Her delicate behind slowly lowered until it hovered mere inches above his face. He could feel the warmth radiating from her skin, the intoxicating scent of her perfume filling his nostrils.
In one swift move, she lowered herself further, her soft cheeks settling on his forehead like a whispered endearment. He felt her hands press against his temples, holding him in place as she prepared for what was about to come.
As if in slow motion, she lifted her resplendent behind off the seat of her chair and hovered there for a moment, forming the perfect angle. He could see clear through the thin fabric of her skirt, the dark outlines of her anus and labia plainly visible below her freshly shaved mound.
Then, with a gentle push, she lowered herself onto his face, her weight borne entirely by her plush derrière. He felt the coolness of her skin against his cheeks, but also the warmth building as she neared his waiting tongue.
Finally, she pressed her hips forward, driving her temple against his forehead as she released a thick, steaming load of feces onto his face and into his waiting mouth. He groaned around the gag, feeling the fullness and warmth of her excrement coat his tongue and flood his mouth.
For what seemed like an eternity, she held him there, her body pressed against him as she savored the feeling of the waste sliding down his throat. Her legs began to shake with the effort of staying still, her hips grinding against his trapped head in a sexy rhythm.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she pulled away, her body sliding off of his like incense. She rose from her chair and walked around the room, admiring herself in the mirror. The prisoner could only watch, his heart hammering in his chest as he anticipated her next move.
