Luna clicks in wearing her heels and asks Charles if he knows what day it is. Apparently, it's Christmas, and it's a time to celebrate by being blindfolded, called a pig and having your windpipe threatened being punctured by a high heel worn by a hot brunette. She hangs his head off the brothel couch and digs her heel into the side of his face telling him to suck his heel "like a dick" or the consequences will be grave. "You're beneath me," she tells him. She makes him bite on her heel and laughs at him doing it. Luna is mean, calling him weak and pathetic as she jams her high heel into hi...

Luna clicks in wearing her heels and asks Charles if he knows what day it is. Apparently, it's Christmas, and it's a time to celebrate by being blindfolded, called a pig and having your windpipe threatened being punctured by a high heel worn by a hot brunette. She hangs his head off the brothel couch and digs her heel into the side of his face telling him to suck his heel "like a dick" or the consequences will be grave. "You're beneath me," she tells him. She makes him bite on her heel and laughs at him doing it. Luna is mean, calling him weak and pathetic as she jams her high heel into his mouth for Christmas. She takes her heel off and makes him smell her foot in her holiday stocking, ramming it and her foot down his throat, standing above him on the couch, demeaning him further verbally him. "Don't fucking resist!" she yells at him as she's fucking his mouth in her socked feet. His face is beaten, swollen from the gagging. He cries. She laughs and foot smothers him. She jams both festive feet in and laughs wickedly telling him "Merry Christmas, motherfucker." He calls her strong; she snaps at him that he's weak and rams the sock she takes off into his mouth, mocking his crying and spitting in his face like he's a frozen Christmas sidewalk. She jams the sock into his mouth hard with her foot above him. He can't spit it out it's so driven into his mouth and throat. She cares so much she jams the second one in -- kicks him in the face as his muffled screams come through her Christmas socks. She spits on him with disdain, makes him sit up, knees him. He's in mortal fear. She jumps on him from the couch, punches him on the hard floor, insults him and foot gags him, driving her heel in as his jaw is ordered opened wider. She asks him if he's scared. he says "Yes." She spits in his face and orders his mouth agape and tells him "Suck on it!" as she drives her heel into his mouth. He can hardly sit up. She doesn't care and foot gags him, her beautiful calves flexing as her red dress hugs her body, her voice deepening with its cruelty -- telling him "Bow before me." She doesn't want to stop kicking and gagging him, but it's Christmas, and she lets him be a foot rest for a few moments, wanting to hurt him more. Time: 18:17