My body is divine. Heavenly. Heavy. The body of a Goddess is full. Voluptuous. Hard to handle for some. But my slave knows he has no option. He is to become my couch or bed whenever I ask. Whenever I demand. He will be underneath me writhing around and gasping for air until I am bored of him.
It's been awhile so I thoroughly enjoy this opportunity to fully flatten him beneath me. Bouncing on his face, compressing his chest, pushing him down further and further into the bed while I laugh and tease him.
Men are objects for my entertainment and nothing more.
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