In the luxurious penthouse suite, dressed in an all-black dominatrix outfit, Dior leaned against the white marble bar. Her full, round ass cheeks accentuated by fishnet stockings, she ran her manicured fingernails down the hardness of Sole's pants.
"You've been such a good boy," she purred, eyes flashing with lust and power. "It's time to reward you." Her tone was commanding and seductive as she undid his fly, freeing his throbbing erection. She wrapped her stiletto-clad heel around it, slowly massaging the tip with her foot.
"Now, Sole," she said, her voice dropping an octave, "I want you to take off your clothes and get on your knees." She watched as he obediently undressed before dropping to his knees in front of her.
