When beating men gets tiring, I enjoy stretching out on my dungeon furniture, lighting up a cigarette and taking a few moments of relaxation. Believe me, using some dope's face as an ashtray greatly improves my break. The hole is the top of a cramped cage; inside sits a pet slave, head protruding through a hole in the mat. As I bring the burning cigarette toward his face, he humbly opens his mouth, and I tap my searing ashes onto his tongue.

He's hot for me in my clinging red latex dress, low cut and miniskirt length. Shiny black corset and fingerless gloves complete an allu... Show more