Jane strode through the door of her luxurious home, her heels clicking against the marble floor. She had had a long day at the office, filled with back-to-back meetings and endless piles of paperwork. All she wanted to do was relax and unwind, preferably with a glass of wine and the company of her young boyfriend, Tim.
As if on cue, Tim appeared in the doorway of the living room, a hopeful smile on his face. "Hey, Jane," he said, his voice filled with warmth. "How was your day?"
Jane couldn't help but return his smile, her thoughts of work instantly melting away. "It was long," she said, stepping closer to Tim and placing a hand on his chest. "But I'm glad I have you here to help me relax."
Tim's smile faltered slightly as Jane's hand began to wander, tracing a path down his chest and towards the waistband of his pants. "Uh, what do you have in mind?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
Jane looked up at him through hooded eyes, her mind filled with dirty thoughts. "I was thinking," she said, her voice low and sultry. "That I might sit on your face for a while. Would you be okay with that?"
Tim's eyes widened in shock at Jane's blunt request. "Uh, I don't know, Jane," he stammered, taking a step back. "That's kind of intense. And a little weird."
Jane felt a pang of hurt at Tim's refusal. She had thought he would be willing to do anything to please her, especially in the bedroom. But apparently, she had been wrong.
Determined to take matters into her own hands, Jane stormed off towards her home office, her mind racing. She knew she had a collection of restraints somewhere in her closet, leftover from a past relationship. And she was determined to use them on Tim.
Tim followed after Jane, his confusion and fear growing with every step. "Jane, what are you doing?" he asked, his voice filled with panic. "Please, stop."
But Jane was not to be stopped. She rummaged through her closet, her hands finally closing around a set of soft, velvet ropes. She turned to face Tim, a wicked smile on her face. "I'm going to tie you up," she said, her voice filled with authority. "And then I'm going to sit on your face. And you're going to like it."
Tim's eyes widened even further as Jane approached him, the ropes in her hand. He tried to protest, to argue, but his words were cut off as Jane began to bind his hands and feet to the bedposts.
Once Tim was securely tied up, Jane took a step back to admire her work. Tim's chest was rising and falling rapidly, his eyes wide with fear. But Jane could see the hint of excitement in his gaze, and it only served to turn her on even more.
Without a word, Jane hiked up her skirt and slipped off her panties, revealing her wrinkly ass. She could feel Tim's eyes on her, could sense his shock and arousal. And it only made her want him more.
Slowly, Jane lowered her ass onto Tim's face, feeling the warmth of his breath against her skin. She couldn't help but let out a loud, wet fart as she settled into her new position, the sound echoing through the room.
Tim's muffled protests were barely audible beneath the weight of Jane's body, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of power and control as she sat on his face. She began to masturbate, her mind filled with dirty thoughts and fantasies.
Hours passed as Jane sat on Tim's face, working on her laptop and completing various tasks. She didn't even notice when Tim stopped struggling and went completely still.
It wasn't until Jane got up to use the bathroom that she realized something was wrong. She rushed back to the bed, her heart racing as she checked Tim's pulse.
He was dead.
Jane couldn't believe what had happened. She felt a mix of guilt, sadness, and horniness. She couldn't help but think about the fun they had
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