Yvette Costeau: It's nice to have a face... under me!

Beginning with a victory-pose = standing over him on his wrists and flexing her muscles; Yvette decends, with a triumphant smile, on his face.

She places her crotch, in a little silver-bikini-string (covers nearly nothing), right on his nose and mouth, cutting-off properly his air-supply!

No she plays her game, sitting until he struggles because lack of air, the moving back on his throat and sitting there fullweight, while he tries to breath with her weight squeezing his windpipe;

then moving again on his face for completly cutting off the oxygene.....

How ever, Fun for her and.... for the slave?

Humilation? Pain? Who cares!?