I love to sit on his face…

I knew when that cocky jerk started smiling at me at the ice cream parlor that I would savor the memory later.  He was the kind of guy with the Abercrombie shirt and sandals with cargo shorts — the kind of guy that thinks he can walk up to a pretty girl like me and get us into bed with little or no effort.  Think again, loser — you’re my favorite type of guy to dominate.

Mr. Cocky tries to hit on Me…..

He swaggers up to me, two medium soft-serve cones in hand, and hisses, “A pretty girl like you shouldn’t be without something to lick,” handing me the vanilla cone.  Little does he know that I’m not a very “vanilla” kind of girl.  I match his stare and retort, “maybe I could sit on your face and give YOU something to lick.”  You would pay good money to have seen Abercrombie’s shocked expression, trust me!

I relished controlling him so completely

Fast forward to forty five minutes later:  Abercrombie on his back,  without clothes, and Yours Very Truly teasing him with a soft-served, smooth, and flawless sugar-cone of princessy cotton-candy — my beautiful pussy.  Imagine moi facesitting this once-cocky, but now very humble pussy-licker.  Imagine me hiding his clothes so he has to get out of my apartment and find a way home without being seen or caught!  How did he do it?  Not sure, and don’t really care.

Don’t get me wrong:  there’s a special place in my spoiled little heart for you wimpy submissives who acknowledge that you’re not worthy of my attention.  But I do savor the experience of bringing  a cocky fucktard to my mercy and hearing him grunt and pant through my soft pussy lips the most.