The slave girl will not only serve my divine ass as a seat pad today, but also worship it. Each time I let her breathe, she has to kiss my butt cheeks as a sign of her gratefulness to be allowed to suffer under this tasty ass. She moans and struggles as I sit on her face with my leather leggings – after all, Im not only smothering her and her oxygen supply is getting lower and lower – but she also has to endure the pressure on her face and the mean center seam of my leggings thats leaving an imprint across her face … but she will have to endure that – thats a seat pads life after all!
