*Part 2 of a 2-Part Series*

The commanding Mia Hope and Amethyst Mars claim their bound and helpless slave, Nick Riley, as their personal living throne.

These two irresistible goddesses take turns — and sometimes together — lowering their flawless, plump asses onto his face, enveloping him in the velvety warmth and addicting scent of their bodies. They demand his absolute devotion, driving him to hold his breath as long as they wish while their smooth, heavy cheeks press down firmly, sealing his mouth and nose beneath them. The only sounds are their sultry, breathy moans and the soft, rhythmic crush of skin against skin as they grind with slow, sensual dominance.

Completely lost in their own pleasure, they ignore his desperate, muffled whimpers and frantic struggles vibrating against their most sensitive places. Their full weight sinks him deeper into submission with every sensual roll of their hips, savoring the way his body trembles and twitches helplessly beneath them.

When his need for air becomes unbearable and he begins to thrash in panic, the goddesses tease him with the briefest moment of mercy — only to instantly trap his head between their powerful thighs in a devastating scissorhold. Their sculpted glutes flex and tighten with raw power, the warm, firm muscles rippling like silk over steel as they squeeze him senseless. His strained gasps and labored breathing only seem to heighten their enjoyment as they keep him pinned in exquisite torment.

Mia Hope and Amethyst Mars revel in every second of turning their favorite human furniture into a breathless, quivering plaything through deep facesitting, merciless breath control, and crushing thigh domination.

Ready to watch them push him right to the edge of total surrender?

*Part 2 of a 2-Part Series*

Mya Pleasure and Queen Sara Bee have Nick Riley completely at their mercy.

They quickly overpower him, pinning him down onto the mats as Sara lowers her plump, round ass onto his face. Her cheeks spread wide, completely enveloping him and sealing away his breath while the warm, intimate scent of her skin surrounds him. She giggles softly at his muffled misery.

Instinctively, Nick tries to push her off, but Mya is faster. She grabs his arms and pins them firmly at his sides before mounting him, her body pressing down with intimate heat. Her pussy grinds against his cock through the thin barrier of clothing, holding him in place so Sara can use his face however she desires.

But their victim is still too lively, and punishment is in order. Sara lifts herself only to immediately trap him between her thick, powerful thighs. Her ankles lock together as the pressure builds from every side, growing tighter and tighter. His vision begins to blur while Mya Pleasure looks down at him with a wicked grin.

Once he’s been properly punished, it’s Mya’s turn. Her athletic body mounts his face, grinding down so intensely that his head leaves an imprint in the mats beneath them. Sara keeps his arms pinned as the two women work together, overwhelming their helpless victim. Nick struggles with everything he has, but there is no escape.

When Queen Sara Bee and Mya Pleasure get their hands on you, you have no choice but to accept your fate.

Natasha Ty has Nick Riley in her clutches on the daybed, his hands bound, her legs wrapped around him so he cannot slip away. She leans in close, voice low and certain against his ear.

“All you know is yes, Natasha.”

He declines. She does not argue. Her arms slide around his throat and squeeze until he falls against her, the room tilting as her body heat and the scent of her skin are the only things left.

When he comes back, her soft palms are already pressed over his mouth. Long fingers seal his lips and climb the bridge of his nose, clamping it shut. No air. No words. She smiles down at him.

“I’m gonna train you good. We’re gonna have a lot of fun playing with some sensory deprivation. No room for begging here.”

He struggles. He begs anyway. She only tightens the seal and murmurs, “You are gonna be such a good boy for me.” When a muffled sound escapes, she tilts her head. “Oh, was that a note that I heard?”

Even when he finally offers her anything she wants, Natasha stays merciless. She wants to be sure the lesson stuck. Her arms coil around his throat again, her hand still covering his face, her breath warm on his skin as she tells him they are going to make this a regular thing.

He is hers to train. And she is only getting started.

Tyler Lynn and Snookie close in around their toy on the mats, bodies pressed tight against Nick from both sides. His face is already flushed. They use him for their own pleasure, drawing it out of the pain they put him through, and they smile at every helpless sound he makes.

When he tries to beg, their soft palms slide over his mouth and seal him shut. Warm skin. Firm pressure. No words get out.

Tyler’s scissors are flawless. She locks him into her reverse scissor again and again, thighs crushing in until his vision sparks and he sees stars. Snookie takes his throat from behind, arms wrapping tight, squeezing while he mutters that he gives up.

She only leans closer, breath on his skin, and tells him, “There is no fucking giving up.” Then she squeezes harder.

They finish him together. Each one traps him in a back-breaking camel clutch, his body folded and helpless between them. One woman’s powerful arms coil around his throat and squeeze. The other’s big hands cover his mouth, smothering every last cry. The heat of their bodies, the scent of their skin, the sight of them looking down at him—there is nowhere else to go.

He is theirs. And they are not done with him.

*Part 1 of a 2-Part Series*

Sarah Brooke plants herself over her bound slave on the bed, neon straps cutting across her chest as she lowers her perfect ass onto Nick Riley’s face. Warm, heavy flesh seals him in at once. She looks down at him and murmurs, “Perfect. I see every second of it.”

Then she starts to grind.

Slow, rolling circles. Her hips work him deeper. “Just grind away on your face,” she tells him, voice low and pleased. “Deep in my ass.” Her hand fists in his hair, pink nails tight, holding him exactly where she wants him. The slick heat of her skin, the scent of her, the weight of her body—there is nothing else.

“Yeah. Yeah, just like that.”

She peels the strappy top aside, breasts bare, and keeps moving. “My ass and pussy.” She leans forward so he can feel every flex of her glutes. “That’s what a real woman smells like, buddy.” Her voice is right there, teasing, certain. “I want your face underneath my ass until I get off. Get your nose right up my ass.”

She moans as she takes what she wants. “Having my way with your face. Oh, yeah.”

When she wants him quieter, her hand slides over his mouth, sealing him in again. “Get even closer.” She smiles down at him, already planning the next thing. “I have another surprise for you.”

He is still trapped. She is not finished. And the full clip only goes deeper.

Nick is bound and helpless on Miss Maxine’s bed, locked between her long, powerful legs.

At 6ft tall she towers over him, her body huge against his. She means to train him as her sub, and she takes her time doing it. At first he declines, struggling eagerly to escape. Maxine only laughs, the sound low and pleased, her hot breath on his neck and her voice in his ear while he twists against her.

She keeps him there until the fight drains out of him.

Then he goes docile. Soft begging for release. Maxine laughs again and punishes him anyway.

Her vice-like arms wrap around his throat, squeezing until his breath turns thin. When she wants him quieter, her massive hands slide over his mouth—long French-tipped nails pressing into his skin—sealing off every sound and every scrap of air. The heat of her body, the scent of her skin, the sight of her smiling down at him from above: there is nothing else.

He is hers to train. And she is in no hurry to stop.

*Part 2 of a 2-Part Series*

Blondi has Nick Riley completely at her mercy. The towering 6'6" Amazon quickly overpowers him, pinning him down onto the mats as she lowers her plump, round ass onto his face. Her cheeks spread wide, completely enveloping him and sealing away his breath while the warm, intimate scent of her skin surrounds him. She giggles softly at his muffled misery.

Instinctively, Nick tries to push her off, but Blondi is far too strong. She grabs his arms and pins them firmly at her sides before mounting him, her powerful body pressing down with intimate heat. Her pussy grinds against his cock through the thin barrier of clothing, holding him in place as she uses his face however she desires.

But her victim is still too lively, and punishment is in order. She lifts herself only to immediately trap him between her incredibly long, thick thighs. Her ankles lock together as the pressure builds from every side, growing tighter and tighter. His vision begins to blur while the 6'6" goddess stares down at him with a wicked grin.

Once he’s been properly punished, she mounts his face again, her athletic body grinding down so intensely that his head sinks deep into the mats beneath her. Nick struggles with everything he has, but there is no escape from those endless legs.

When Blondi gets her hands on you, you have no choice but to accept your fate.

*Part 2 of a 2-Part Series*

Kiara Star returns to Nickses Productions with an even more intense presence, her legs and arms noticeably stronger and more dangerous than before. Nick Riley has somehow forgotten just how powerful she is—but Kiara is more than happy to remind him exactly why he belongs beneath her.

She wastes no time. With predatory grace, she tosses her helpless victim onto the mats and pounces instantly, trapping his neck between her powerful, vice-like thighs. She squeezes with devastating intensity, watching his face flush deep red as the pressure builds. Every sound of pain and torment that escapes him only fuels her arousal. She savors every moment of his suffering.

When she grows tired of his noises, her soft, warm palms glide slowly across his lips. Her thumb presses firmly over the bridge of his nose, sealing off every last drop of air. He struggles wildly beneath her, but his resistance only excites her more. Her strong arms coil around his throat, squeezing tighter and tighter until his vision blurs and the world begins to fade at the edges.

She even slips between his bound hands, lifting her knees and suspending his helpless body beneath her. There’s nowhere to run. Her hands return to smother him once more, while he tries to beg beneath her powerful palms. Kiara leans in close, her warm breath brushing his ear as her soft, seductive voice whispers to him like velvet over steel.

When his struggling becomes too much, her large arms wrap around his throat again. “Shhh... just let go,” she whispers tenderly, slowly lowering him to the floor as consciousness slips away.

Nick Riley will never underestimate Kiara Star again. And neither should you.

The stunning Asian beauty Sushii Xhyvette makes her entrance with her flawless skin gleaming under a thick coat of oil. She takes her time lowering her perfect, round ass onto Nick Riley’s bound face, the warm, slippery weight of her oiled cheeks slowly engulfing him. Every inch of her glistening skin seals tightly over his mouth and nose, cutting off his air as her feminine scent surrounds him completely.

With deliberate, sensual control, Sushii begins rolling her hips in deep, lazy circles. Her powerful glutes flex and release against his face, the oil making every movement smooth and fluid as she grinds down for her own pleasure. Soft moans escape her lips, growing deeper and more urgent with each passing rotation. The slick, intimate sounds of her oiled body moving over him fill the room, blending with his desperate, muffled sounds from beneath her.

Her thick thighs clamp around his head like a velvet trap, squeezing tighter as the pressure builds. Nick writhes helplessly underneath her, his body eventually giving in to the overwhelming need for air. Kiara grants him only a brief, teasing gasp before she suddenly shifts — locking her powerful, oiled thighs around his neck in a crushing scissorhold.

She laughs softly as his vision blurs, then drops her dripping heat back onto his face and rides him with renewed hunger. Her moans turn into throaty cries of ecstasy as she grinds faster and harder, using his trapped face without mercy. Her glistening body trembles with pleasure until she finally reaches a powerful, shuddering climax, leaving Nick completely spent beneath her.

Onyx Kim has Nick exactly where she wants him.

She sits behind him, shiny black latex gloves already over his face. “You’re all mine to toy with,” she whispers, her sweet, sensual voice warm against his ear. “And these latex gloves of mine are just absolutely inescapable.” The slick material seals against his lips. He is trapped underneath them, and she knows it.

“Struggle all you want.” Her hot breath brushes his neck as she tightens the smother. “Good. Struggle for me.” Every time he twists, he only runs into the other glove. She laughs, pleased. “You just wanted to run into my other hand, didn’t you?”

When he needs air, she teases him with it. “Aw, you need air? I can give you some air.” Then she takes it away again. “You gotta earn it one way or another. There’s no mercy here for you. No one cares about your pain. Your life is in these hands.”

Then she wraps her arm around his throat.

The rear naked choke is clean and heavy. He slumps against her as the squeeze lands. Her latex palm covers his mouth one last time, her voice low in his ear:

“Everything comes at a price.”

This is only a taste. The full clip goes further.

Cruel Jewell makes her debut at Nickses Productions — and Nick asked her not to hold back.

That request lights her up.

She ties his arms behind his back first. Then she is on him. On the bed, her tattooed arms lock around him, one hand sealing over his mouth, red nails bright against his skin. “Stop wiggling,” she murmurs. “Be quiet.” Her voice is soft, close, almost sweet. The hold is not.

She pulls him straight into her powerful legs. Thick thighs close around his head in a tight scissor, squeezing until his face is flushed and trapped. She laughs as he struggles, the sound low and pleased. “Come on, struggle for me.”

When she wants him quieter, her palm covers his mouth again. When she wants him deeper, she drops her ass over his face. “Get your head in my fucking ass.” The heat of her body, the weight of her, the faint scent of her skin — there is nowhere else to go.

She switches without mercy. Rear naked choke. Headscissors. Hand over mouth. Reverse squeeze. She leans in, smiling, and tells him to beg — then tells him she does not want to hear him. “Good boy.” “Beg me to stop.”

This is only a taste of her debut. The full clip goes further.

Nick is bound and helpless between Lana Luxor’s legs.

She means to train him as her sub, and she takes her time doing it. At first he declines, struggling eagerly to escape the tight lock of her thighs. She only laughs, the sound low and pleased against his ear, and keeps him there until the fight drains out of him.

Then he goes docile. Soft begging for release. Lana laughs again and punishes him anyway.

Her vice-like arms wrap around his throat, squeezing until his breath turns thin. When she wants him quieter, her buttery-soft palms slide over his mouth, sealing off every sound and every scrap of air. The heat of her body, the scent of her skin, the sight of her smiling down at him — there is nothing else.

He is hers to train. And she is in no hurry to stop.