Naya, a submissive woman in her late twenties, knelt in the cramped bathroom stall of a small café, a faded denim mini-short that barely covered her reddened buttocks, a tight black tank top, her hardened nipples visible through the fabric. Black fishnet thigh-high stockings clung to her legs, marked with streaks of her own arousal and her Master’s semen, which still leaked from her anus, dripping onto the tiled floor. Her high ponytail swayed with each movement, golden hoop earrings glinting in the dim light, and a delicate bracelet jingled on her wrist. A red leather jacket hung open, exposing her midriff. Big boobs visible. She positioned herself on her knees, thighs spread wide, the mini-short riding up to reveal no panties that did little to conceal her glistening, hairy wet pussy open visible. The man have a gray boxer briefs came down next, revealing his cock—already erect, about seven inches long, with a thick shaft and a slightly curved tip, the skin a pale contrast to the dark hair at its base. The musky scent of his arousal filled her senses as she wrapped her red lips around his glans, her tongue flicking over the salty tip, tasting his pre-cum. Naya’s lips slid down his shaft, her tongue swirling around the pulsing vein beneath, her mouth warm and wet as she took him deeper. Her throat constricted as she gagged slightly, her green eyes watering, tears streaking her flushed cheeks. The man’s hands gripped her ponytail, pulling hard, forcing her to take more of him, his hips thrusting shallowly. Her heavy breasts jiggled with each movement, the melted ice cream dripping onto the floor, mixing with the mess of her own fluids. She moaned, the sound muffled, her hands gripping his thighs, nails digging into his skin as she sucked harder, her lips tightening around him, her tongue lapping at his glans on every withdrawal.