I'm shopping on the iPad and I fancy a cigarette. I call My slave in and have him lay under My sexy heels, he's going to be My ashtray. I rest My perfect feet in My heels on the losers neck while he lays on the floor beneath Me. When I'm ready I flick My ash in to his disgusting mouth. I know how much of an honor it is for him to eat all My ash and how much he worships Me. Even though I have My feet on his neck the loser still lifts his head every time I flick ash in his mouth, I shouldn't have to stretch should I?
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I'm shopping on the iPad and I fancy a cigarette. I call My slave in and have him lay under My sexy heels, he's going to be My ashtray. I rest My perfect feet in My heels on the losers neck while he lays on the floor beneath Me. When I'm ready I flick My ash in to his disgusting mouth. I know how much of an honor it is for him to eat all My ash and how much he worships Me. Even though I have My feet on his neck the loser still lifts his head every time I flick ash in his mouth, I shouldn't have to stretch should I?