I’m becoming more and more comfortable on to of my slave husbands face, and this is bad news for him. I’m wearing a thin lace body suit and I’m barefoot tonight as I hop right up on his upturned face. He quickly remembers just how painful it is to have 155 pounds smash down on his vulnerable face. I march and stomp with zero concern for his well being, and he struggles to present his upturned face to me like a good slave.
I also spend a considerable amount of time smashing his windpipe flat as he coughs and struggles for air. This excites me to bounce with all my weight just to see him ... Show more