Beautiful Girls - b76 Amazing I sat on his back and started slowly spitting on his face My thick, white drool trickled down his cheeks 1080hd

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A Slave's Delight: The Continuing Humiliation

Power Play of a Lifetime

The room was thick with anticipation as the beautiful goddess, Bertie, lowered herself onto the back of her slave. Her thick, white drool began to trickle down his cheeks even before she started spitting. The saliva pooled on his skin, a testament to her control and dominance over him.

Bertie slowly savored the sight of her drool sliding over his face, taking in the way it glistened in the light. As she started spitting, her mouth opening wider than ever, her slave's eyes widened in awe and fear. He was completely under her spell, unable to resist the allure of her power.

Her saliva dripped from his chin, each drop landing with a splash on the floor below. Bertie watched, amused, as he struggled to keep up with the steady stream of her spit. She laughed, a hearty laugh that echoed through the room, filling it with her power.

With a flick of her foot, she flipped the slave over and straddled his chest. Her drool-soaked feet glistened in the light, and she knew he couldn't resist the temptation to lick them clean. "Suck my feet," she commanded, her voice low and threatening.

The slave didn't need to be told twice. He greedily tried to lick her feet, lapping up every drop of her saliva. It was a humiliating act, but one he couldn't resist. Bertie watched, smirking, as he cleaned her feet with his tongue.

"That's it," she purred, running her fingers through his hair. She pulled his head back, forcing him to look up at her. Her eyes glinted with amusement as she realized he'd just become her human ashtray.

Without warning, she flicked a cigarette butt onto his face. It landed on his forehead, leaving a burnt mark. Before he could react, she ground it into his skin with her shoe. "See?" she taunted, "You're nothing but my plaything."

The slave whimpered, but he knew there was no escape from her. He was hers, body and soul, and he would do anything to please her. As she continued to humiliate him, he couldn't help but feel a strange sense of satisfaction. He was living out his deepest, darkest fantasy, and he wouldn't have it any other way.

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