The furniture can’t contain itself as it stares longingly at My Ass sitting above him, so it pathetically wriggles its nose free of its surgical mask to smell My whole day on My Perfect Asshole. Its face will remember the weight, and its lungs every precious breath I grant it from My Perfect Ass. When its eyes are free they dart around stupidly trying to memorize every single last detail of its God, My Perfect Ass. Watch what the life of my furniture is like as it bares my full weight on its upturned nose to offer its filthy nostrils to My Divine Asshole. Its nose is My throne, and as long ... Show more