You are drawn to my new shiny leggings and are desperate to worship them. I let you rub your face up against them, you quiver as you hear the squeaking from them and run your tongue up and down the leg as I sit there and smoke. You tongue drags on the material as you run out of spit so I spit in your mouth to help.
Genres: Humiliation, Pvcvinyl, Smoking, Spitting, Worship
