My sicky sub slave rolls on the floor under my fuck-me shoes, and I'm stepping on him verbally too: “42-year-old John from Woodland Hills with a sad collection of butt plugs and a twelve-inch dildo that he sticks up his ass.” I cover his sweating face with my shoes, kneading his pudgy kisser like bagel dough. Gradually, I slip off the pumps and press my stockinged feet into his flushed face.
“You think your wife can see you like this?” I threaten, knowing he wasn't getting from that puritanical bag who left him over his passion for tranny porn. His miserable life would be over if she f...
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My sicky sub slave rolls on the floor under my fuck-me shoes, and I'm stepping on him verbally too: “42-year-old John from Woodland Hills with a sad collection of butt plugs and a twelve-inch dildo that he sticks up his ass.” I cover his sweating face with my shoes, kneading his pudgy kisser like bagel dough. Gradually, I slip off the pumps and press my stockinged feet into his flushed face.
“You think your wife can see you like this?” I threaten, knowing he wasn't getting from that puritanical bag who left him over his passion for tranny porn. His miserable life would be over if she f...