I can feel every feature of your face in my ass, to the way your nose sticks into my cheeks, from the desperate gasps from your lips, trying to suck in and expel as much ass-flesh as possible it seems. But still, I shall not yield. Not yet. As my ass sits upon my throne, my eyes beam through the crowd, basking in the glory being heralded my way, but always coming back to rest on two figures, neither showing much enthusiasm, but understandably so considering the connotations of such an ordeal. I can feel you faltering beneath me though, and I'm not prepared to let you go, so these two will have to wait.
"You're not going to sleep yet are you bitch?" I hiss, moving my hips side to side, gaging a reaction, and realizing you're still cognizant enough to respond, "If you want to keep some dignity this evening, you're going to tap right now!" I hiss, slapping the side of my own ass, "Come on and tap me right here!" I demand, watching as your hand meekly raises itself into the air, and just before you're able to slap the side of my ass in submission, I grab your wrist, holding it. "You don't choose when this is over." I hiss.
Rapidly, i stand myself back up, watching as you gasp. "But now, you get to watch what happens next." I tease, moving around and standing over Alexa's head. Slowly, I lift my left foot, and then place it down firmly over your face, my toes covering your mouth, and my eyes locked onto Bridgette. "Ok bitch. This is me calling you out. I want a shot at that title!" I hiss at you, rubbing my foot all over Alexa's face. "You and me. In here. Monday!" I demand, watching for the slightest of reactions.
In the meantime, my eyes flick back down to my victim. "Come, I've had enough of these lights. Your ass is mine, and I will make it so!" I hiss, reaching down and grabbing you once more by the hair. I take one last look back at Bridgette and Megan, and with my free hand, gesture a belt around my waist, and then grab at the bottoms of the bitch before me, and brutally tearing them up through your ass, listening to the fabric rip, and discarding them on the floor in the direction of the 'happy couple', before slowly turning and dragging Alexa by her hair in tow, heading for my door, with countless devious sexual punishments in store for the bitch who tried to keep me down.
