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ANA - Foot gagging [ITA]

ANA - Foot gagging [ITA]

ANA - Foot gagging [ITA]

11/8/26 7:00 AM•13 min•1205 MB•mp4•1080p

Price$13.99 USD

CategoryFoot Gagging

Related CategoriesFace Slapping,Human Furniture,Humiliation,Spitting,Verbal Humiliation

KeywordsFoot Gagging,Foot In Mouth,Foot Fucking Mouth,Deep Foot Gagging,Drooling Slave,Teary Eyes,Shoe Slapping,Face Slapping,Spitting,Spit In Face,Human Carpet,Coffee Break,Verbal Humiliation,Italian Femdom,Romanian Mistress

PerformersKinkamiQuesto, GoddessAna

Description

FOOT GAGGING

(ITALIAN SPEAKING)

ENG: I sit down and drink my coffee. Under me is my slave’s face. He’s not a man, he’s a rug. I shove my feet into his mouth. Slowly. All the way in. Until he gags, until his eyes water, until he’s drooling all over himself. And I don’t move an inch. I spit in his face. I insult him. I fuck his mouth with my foot like it’s a trash can. Then I slap him with my shoe. As many times as I want. And he stays on the floor, staring up at me with that stupid face. I don’t ask if he’s okay. I don’t give him a break. I finish my coffee and leave him there. Pathetic.

PIEDE IN GOLA

(DIALOGHI IN ITALIANO)

ITA: Mi siedo e mi bevo il caffè. Sotto di me c'è la faccia del mio schiavo. Non è un uomo, è un tappeto. Gli ficco i piedi in bocca. Lento. Fino in fondo. Finché gli vengono i conati, finché gli lacrimano gli occhi, finché sbava addosso a sé stesso. E io non mi sposto di un centimetro. Gli sputo in faccia. Lo insulto. Gli scopo la bocca col piede come se fosse un bidone della spazzatura. Poi lo prendo a scarpate. Quante ne voglio io. E lui resta a terra, a fissarmi con quella faccia da coglione. Non gli chiedo se sta bene. Non gli do tregua. Finisco il caffè e lo lascio lì. Patetico.