Denise's Revenge: Facesitting with Leather Pants (SD Video)
As Denise strolled into her living room, she couldn't help but smile wickedly. Today was the day she would finally get her revenge on her pathetic slave. He had crossed her in some way, and now it was time for him to pay the price. She strutted over to the couch and lay down, her body pressing against the soft fabric as she waited for him to arrive.
When the slave entered the room, his eyes immediately widened in fear at the sight of his mistress. He knew what was coming and couldn't do anything to stop it. With a smirk on her face, Denise spoke in a cold, cruel tone, "You've made me very angry, slave. I want you to understand that this is going to hurt."
The slave trembled before her, his heart racing as he tried to find the courage to meet her gaze. But Denise wasn't interested in his fear; she was only fueled by her own twisted pleasure. She stood up and walked over to him, towering over him as she reached down and grabbed his head.
With a force that seemed almost inhuman, Denise forced the slave's head down onto her crotch. The leather pants she wore were tight enough to make his eyes water, and as he felt the rough fabric rubbing against his face, he let out a muffled cry of pain. But Denise didn't care; she just sat back, her weight pressing down on him, and began to grind her hips against his face.
The slave tried desperately to catch his breath, but Denise's weight and the tight fabric of her pants made it impossible. He could feel the hot, stifling air being pushed into his lungs, making it harder for him to breathe. He tried to pull away, but Denise's grip was like steel.
As minutes turned into hours, Denise slowly began to relent. She finally pulled her pants up, releasing the slave from his suffocating prison. He gasped for air, coughing and wheezing as he struggled to catch his breath. Denise watched him with cold eyes, a small smirk playing at the corners of her lips.
"That," she said, her voice dripping with satisfaction, "was for humiliating me." She turned and walked away, leaving the broken slave lying on the floor, wondering what horrors she would come up with next.
