Drusilla's deep-rooted love for the Smother Box is undeniable. It arouses a fiery passion within her, a twisted delight in being at the mercy of her own humiliation. The device is perfectly designed to cater to her fetish, bringing her to the height of pleasure with every use. She revels in the feeling of Ramon's thong-covered ass pressing down upon her, trapping her beneath his weight as she serves as his human chair. In this state, locked inside the Smother Box, her face pressed into his sweaty and hairy skin, unable to turn away from his musk, she feels an unparalleled sense of ecstasy. ...

Drusilla's deep-rooted love for the Smother Box is undeniable. It arouses a fiery passion within her, a twisted delight in being at the mercy of her own humiliation. The device is perfectly designed to cater to her fetish, bringing her to the height of pleasure with every use. She revels in the feeling of Ramon's thong-covered ass pressing down upon her, trapping her beneath his weight as she serves as his human chair. In this state, locked inside the Smother Box, her face pressed into his sweaty and hairy skin, unable to turn away from his musk, she feels an unparalleled sense of ecstasy. To Drusilla, this is heaven on earth, a blissful surrender to her deepest desires.