"Make white wine!" she yelled at me while she laid back and put all the weight of her leather-covered ass onto my face. She was holding a crop in the other hand.
I rubbed my shaft. I caressed it up and down. I was hard as hell, but I couldn't produce what she desired as I struggled to breathe.
So she let me sniff her pussy. Her feminine musk. It's always a shortcut to get me to cum.
The white wine came flowing.
"You did good."
I was kind of disappointed, though. She hadn't used her crop.