oh poor, tied up to a table... he can't do anything... that's hilarious. I wonder how he likes to get his face sat on... He is so lucky to have me use his face a seat. how would you love to have my divine ass cover your face? would you hold your breath? inhale my scent. The unmistakable scent of woman. Tied to a table is his fate... his face is my chair

starring the Lovely Goddess Tangent and the human seat, slave fluffy.