Title: Mistress Ludovica Luxury: LUDOVICA LUXURY -SO LUCKY TO BE AT OUR FEET!
ITALIAN SPEAKING. We're lounging on the big bed, me and my mistress friend, perfectly comfortable with extra pillows propped behind us, legs stretched out, totally relaxed. We're smoking cigarettes slowly, taking long drags, chatting about random stuff-gossip, weekend plans, girl talk, no rush at all. Down on the floor at the foot of the bed sits our slave, exactly where he belongs. Back straight against the edge of the mattress, head tilted slightly back, mouth held wide open for us. Today his only job is to be our human ashtray. He doesn't speak, doesn't move unless we tell him to. Every now and then one of us casually flicks ash straight onto his waiting tongue. We watch the gray flakes drift down and settle there, warm and powdery. He just holds it, keeps it on his tongue like it's the most natural thing in the world, while we keep talking right over him as if he's invisible. Next to us on the low pouf we've rested our bare feet, still warm from the day, toes flexing lazily. Every so often one of us brushes a foot against his cheek or his chest, just a light touch to remind him of his place, then we go right back to ignoring him completely.Towards the end, when the cigarettes are burned down almost to the filter, my friend gets that wicked little smile. She brings the glowing tip right up to his tongue and slowly, deliberately stubs it out-pressing, twisting the butt so the ember hisses and sizzles against the wet surface. He flinches just a tiny bit, a muffled whimper escapes, but his mouth stays wide open, perfectly obedient. I do the same with mine: same slow press, same burning sting, same smell of scorched tongue mixing with tobacco.And then, for the grand finale-we pull the chewing gums we've been working on for a while out of our mouths. Warm, sticky, soaked in our saliva. One after the other we drop them onto his tongue, right on top of the ash and the fresh burn marks. "Swallow it all," I tell him in that calm, soft and dangerously sweet voice. He finally closes his mouth, struggles a little as he works it down, face flushed red, eyes glassy with that beautiful mix of shame and devotion.We just sit there for a moment, watching him, completely satisfied, before picking up our conversation again like nothing happened. He stays on his knees, mouth still slightly parted, tasting smoke, ash, burnt skin, and our chewed gum all mixed together. Right where he belongs. Perfect little ashtray.
Format: MP4
Duration: 8 Min
Size: 1.02 GB
Resolution: 1920x1080
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