Isabella, you are my human ashtray!  1
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Isabella (ab)uses her slave, for what he is made for. Now she does a smoking breaak aand for this she needs an ashtray..... off coarse heer slave! She takes place on his throat like she woould sit on a horse, and enjoys her cigaarette. When she needs a place for the ash, she uses the mouth of her slave, he's gasping for it... or may be because her weight on his throat;-)