Legs are the preferred method of demise in the scissor community, but I know my tits can persuade you as to how dominating a pair of large breasts can be. When my slave found his face stuck between my double ds, he gasped for air, with nowhere for his nose to go except deeply snuggled into my chest. With the help of my squeezing thighs in a tight body scissor, some handcuffs, and my crisscrossed arms around the back of his head-pulling him back and forth-he was trapped body to body with me . As he shook his face in protest, my tits absorbed his movements, holding him in place with a taunti...

Legs are the preferred method of demise in the scissor community, but I know my tits can persuade you as to how dominating a pair of large breasts can be. When my slave found his face stuck between my double ds, he gasped for air, with nowhere for his nose to go except deeply snuggled into my chest. With the help of my squeezing thighs in a tight body scissor, some handcuffs, and my crisscrossed arms around the back of his head-pulling him back and forth-he was trapped body to body with me . As he shook his face in protest, my tits absorbed his movements, holding him in place with a taunting and teasing jiggle. I broke him until he called me step-mommy and thanked me profusely for the opportunity. I wasn’t pleased with the obstinance he displayed against being snuggled in between my perfect pair, however, so I decided to punish him in a more traditional manner. I put him into my menacing reverse, balancing on one foot to the next to get the tightest possible grip. Then I pulsed and pulsed my glutes until he went into a slumber as I arched my back high into the sky. As I went to awaken him, I realized I went even stronger than I had imagined.