Smother May I

"You are going to be my little plaything for hours!" announces Mistress Starr, the champion of chokitude, looking splendid in tight feminine underthings. Beneath her, her insufferable slave chris toole lies completely immobile, strapped and bound, his face gagged with a panty. Fierce facesitting segues into a dynamite figure four - Starr knows how to crush a skull between her thighs while suffocating her man with her twat. "Your face is turning all sorts of funny colors!" she announces. Commenting on the succes of her scissoring. "I like it best when you turn a light shade of blue. Don't squirm, or I'll have to squeeze tighter!" Her ass-suffocation is awe-inspiring - WHAT A BUTT! His nose digs way into that crack. "Oh, I just adore feeling your little neck between my thighs!" That's because she wants to SNAP it. We don't know if chris adores it just as much, but he really has no choice in the matter. He sees more pussy in one hour than Blowfeld had in a lifetime. "Let's see if I can't make you pass out like this!" As they say in Hollywood: FADE…TO…BLACK. He wakes up with his noggin locked in the dreaded smother box - perfect for high-tech butt-smother fun. She lies atop his head, supporting her entire weight by resting her cunt on his face. "I've done it again!" Starr coos to her unconscious victim. If the idea of being face-sat, skull-crushed and thigh-squished by a happily sadistic female turns you on, then check out this Smother. It's a head-rush!