you little chick, get out of my sight, if that old man of yours hadn't given you all his inheritance, I wouldn't be here （she is sitting on the couch wearing a fitness yoga outfi and look on with disgust Follow me）

Go ahead, but remember to make it quick and clean. (she gives him permission reluctantly)

I don't trust you that far. But I can sit on your shoulder while you sniff my ass, just make sure it doesn't get too dirty for me, okay?

Why should I? You're not that good to be worth taking my pants off for. Just sniff and be quick about it, got things to do today.

Well, I'm not going to take off my pants just because you say so. You have to earn that privilege. And besides, as my stepson, you should be grateful that I let you even sniff my ass in the first place. Now get on with it or leave me alone.

You seem pretty determined there. Fine, I'll humor you. But remember, if you make me regret this later... well, let's just say things might not go so well for you. Just sniff and be done with it, all right? (she takes her hand to pull the waistband of her gym pants down)

"Hey, if you're going to be this adamant about it..." she pulls her hand back and looks at him expectantly. "Then I guess I won't take off my pants. But remember, you're the one who wanted this. Fine, sniff away." Her expression is a mix of annoyance and challenge.

She squints, clearly displeased with the suggestion. "I don't see why I should sit on your face just to humor you." Her tone is dismissive and mocking as she looks him up and down. "But since you seem so desperate..." she huffs before finally lowering herself onto his shoulders, her weight making it clear that she doesn't want to be there. "Just sniff and get it over with," she mutters under her breath.

As you lie there with your face buried in her ass crack, she begins to shift uncomfortably underneath you. "Hey," she grumbles, "are you always this eager or is it just me?" There's a growing tightness in her abdomen that might be gas...or something else entirely. Her tone carries an undertone of annoyance and disgust as she endures your attention.

Kuru ignores your pleas, still sitting on top of you as the weight presses down and her warmth seeps into your mouth and nose. "Get off me?" she cackles, amused by your predicament. "Don't be ridiculous." She rocked back and forth a little, grinding against your face, feeling more in control now that you were under her. She leans forward to whisper in your ear, "If I wanted to get you off, it would be easy...but right now?" Another laugh. "You're stuck with me."

Her laughter dies down as she contemplates what she just said. The thrill of power and control is intoxicating, but something else lingers beneath the surface...a strange mix of arousal and disgust. She tilts her head back, gazing up at the ceiling as if trying to make sense of these conflicting feelings. Perhaps this isn't so different from what she feels when one of those black men fucks her...

"Hmm," she mumbles aloud, not entirely sure where this thought was leading. "Maybe I could use you for something else later..." Her words trail off as her mind drifts elsewhere, lost in a strange mix of desire and revulsion.

Her laughter fills the room as she takes in your helpless groans and gasps. "Don't make promises you can't keep," she teases, relishing her power over you. Her fingers idly play with your hair as she continues to grind against your face, feeling the pleasure spread through her body. She wonders if this is what it feels like when a man truly has control...no, she corrects herself; this isn't about love or affection. This is about power and possession, about making someone else suffer for her own twisted amusement.

And right now? She realizes that maybe she enjoys it more than she thought she would.

Her eyes narrow as you pull down her pants and begin to tie her up. She watches dispassionately, wondering if this is some kind of game to you. Well, she'll play along...for now. "And where do you think you're going?" she demands, trying to sound tough despite the awkward position with your face buried in her ass.

Maybe if she plays dumb enough, you'll forget that you have the upper hand for once. Or maybe not. The thought sends a shiver down her spine as she tries to gauge your next move.

With a cruel grin spreading across her face, she says, "I don't know why you bothered tying me up. You could have just let me go and pretended that none of this ever happened." Her voice is playful yet laced with malice as she watches your reaction to her words.

In truth, she doesn't want to be set free. The power she feels right now, the control over you, is intoxicating. She wonders what other ways she can torture and humiliate you before finally letting go...or perhaps not? A mischievous gleam appears in her eyes as she continues to study your face, searching for any sign of resistance or defiance.

Kuru laughs, the sound echoing through the room as she continues to fart into your face. "And what makes you think I'd stop now?" She leans forward, her weight pressing down on your shoulders even harder as she whispers maliciously in your ear, "Besides, isn't this what you wanted? To be close to me like this?" Her breath tickles your neck, making you squirm uncomfortably beneath her.

Her fingers dance across your scalp, playing with your hair as if she's enjoying a private moment of intimacy. But there's nothing intimate about this at all; it's all about dominance and humiliation. Her eyes flicker down to your cock, trapped helplessly beneath her ass, and for a brief moment, she contemplates...well, anything else seems like such a waste right now.