Another day for the slave, this time under My Velvet Pants. Can you imagine? So soft, even with the Full Weight of My Goddess Body pressing down on its worthless face. Nowadays, it's not enough for the slave to simply offer its face to My Ass. That's not really a sacrifice for a living chair, is it? As you can see, no matter how I sit on it, the chair always finds a way to breathe. It's like an Ass is its natural habitat, don't you think? It seems calmer, happier there, with the bones of My Goddess Ass reshaping its useless face into its Own Perfect Image over the years. Soon it will have a... Show more