After-work cigarillo for the slave
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At the end of the day, put my feet up nicely and I rest a smoke. My slave should actually serve as a footstool, unfortunately he wriggles incessantly so that it is simply not comfortable on him. But he gets to feel my cigarillo. He gets the smoke blown directly into his stupid face, the embers sometimes get very close to nipples, sack and cock. The ashes land on his ugly body everywhere and he has to eat the rest. But the cigarette is squeezed out in his belly button
Published by MistressLuciana
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Oh, was that such a stupid little piece of shit.
I've been looking out for you all night, my lady.
That way you can be useful to me. As a snot rag.
Yes.
Open your mouth.
Do you have the way.
Come here, come here.
Oh, thank you.
Then you shoot again.
Shut up!
I want you to stop swinging around here.
Yes.
Claudia Flaversham.
Yes.
Got that?
Yes, my lady.
I'll have to tie you up next time.
Yes.
Yeah, you got that?
Yes, sir.
And sit straight.
Why are you backing down at all?
It's easy.
And you're backing off again.
Yeah, that's right.
Move it out.
Why don't you go back to sleep?
My little living ashtray.
Yes.
Yes?
I'm just gonna let you sit here for a while.
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