You don’t get to breathe unless I say so. There I am — Goddess Tierra Doll, flawless in a tight silk dress, my thick ebony ass pressed right into his face. White slave can’t speak. Can’t move. Just suffocates in my luxury, drowning in my scent, worshiping me one gasp at a time. He whimpers? Good. He squirms? Better. But he doesn’t escape — because he knows his place. And where’s that? Under me. Every heavy drop of my cheeks is a lesson: You exist to serve. To obey. To struggle on my dominance.
