No Air Down There

Portrait of a break-up: Celestia and johnny cobalt, a British couple, have long ago found separate residences. Now he has come for what he considers "his" stuff. She grows furious when he decides to take the telly, the last item on the list. If he has no mercy, then neither will she. Seems that he's been working out, and she has a whole new attitude. As in: Mean and domineering. She knocks him to the floor and sweet-talks him into allowing her to bind his wrists with rope. He probably expects sex, but what he gets is a blindfold and some nasty treatment. Doffing her black dress, she pushes her ass into his face and makes him suffocate on her ass hole. "Untie me!" he demands - but he's not in a position to make demands anymore. Then she subjects him to breast suffocation, overpowering hi totally. Reverse facesitting gives him a perfect whiff of her ass. By now, much of the fight has been taken out of him as she slams him against the wall and pushes her butt into his breathing apparatus. After crushing his head in a punishing bout of head-scissoring, she crushes him in an even more vacuum-packed session of breast chokitude. By now he has been knocked into complete submission. She makes him lick clean her feet, clad in fishnet stockings, then straddles his mug and GRINDS that asshole directly into his nose. "Thighs of steel!" she snarls as she uses her powerful leg muscles to try to snap his neck in two. "You're going to kill me…!" he says in an anxious tone just before she decides to tie up his legs. Now he gets the idea! He is completely at her mercy - trouble is, she doesn't HAVE any.