The superior Goddess comes into the room and is taking a seat onto the couch without taking notice of the paltry old sack who is immovable tied up on a trolley. Totally relaxed She's lighting a cigarette and then reading a magazine without any hurry while the fat old fart has to stay in his very painful and humiliated position. After a while the Goddess is talking to you to tell you that She can do what ever She want with this ridiculous piece of trash. She said that She can spit on him and then She spat on him. She tells you that She can use him as Her personal ashtray and then She's flicking...
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The superior Goddess comes into the room and is taking a seat onto the couch without taking notice of the paltry old sack who is immovable tied up on a trolley. Totally relaxed She's lighting a cigarette and then reading a magazine without any hurry while the fat old fart has to stay in his very painful and humiliated position. After a while the Goddess is talking to you to tell you that She can do what ever She want with this ridiculous piece of trash. She said that She can spit on him and then She spat on him. She tells you that She can use him as Her personal ashtray and then She's flicking...