Lace Pants on Slave's Face
I settle comfortably on my slave's face. My tight lace pants press tightly, leaving him barely any air—but I don't care. I enjoy sitting on his silly slave face. After all, that's what it's for: to serve my comfort
I settle comfortably on my slave's face. My tight lace pants press tightly, leaving him barely any air—but I don't care. I enjoy sitting on his silly slave face. After all, that's what it's for: to serve my comfort