Glory of Dawn 11

Derek was going crazy beneath Dawn's ass.  He was alternating between terror and desire.  She would clamp her tight young cheeks over his nose and laugh with the thrill of the power and the delightful, physical, sexual thrill of his desperate movements underneath her.  As he maoned with desires, she mercilessly rode his face.  She grinned as she saw how erect his cock was, how desperately he wanted her.  Up and down went his body to try, hopelessly, to dislodge her, but she was an expert.  There was no escape from the sight and feel of her gorgeous ass and what it was doing to him.  No escape from the desire and frustration.  None.  Absolutely none.  She rode him as expertly as any horsewoman in the saddle, rising and dropping with him, the task becoming steadily easier as his feeble attempts weakened.

Finally, all he could do was to extend his fingers and toes in complete helplessness, driven all but out of his mind by the sight, feel and smell of her.  She had to show mercy and either stop or allow him to come.  She just had to.  

Dawn knew he was not going to lose his mind though he might believe he was.  He might be close.  But not yet as close as she wanted him to be.  She wriggled her bottom, adjusting it for maximum comfort and settled in for yet another bout of joyful facesitting.  On the spur of the moment, at a thought, a delicious whim, a most wicked idea, she suddenly grinned to herself.  She adjusted herself unexpectedly and sat down with her pussy right around his nose.  Her scent permeated his sense of smell now.  She loved what his thrashings were doing to her.   

She was disappointed for he had reached the point where he was trying to detach his feelings from what was happening already, trying to shut off his desires.  She decided to end it rather than let him get too used to it.  

But first, she rubbed her vagina,, soaked in her own juices, all over his face.  Something snapped in his brain.  It was not something physical, but something psychological.  From that moment, a part of him actually did not want her to remove herself from his face even though she was driving him mad.  Part of him wanted his face to be a seat for her comfort, to have her dominating bottom ride him and please her.  It was an epiphany of sorts occurring just a fraction of a second before she did suddenly raise up, leaving him straining to reach her ass again.