A slave without an erection after our Paulina Rouge took care of him? Impossible do you think? Then see for yourself. If it doesn't work with your toes, heels or the whole foot, just shove a few fingers down your throat. It will have some effect.
Actually, vampires hate crosses and avoid them like the ... vampire avoids the cross! Well, I think we all understand that now. Thank God our Miss May isn't a vampire either. Otherwise we would have to shoot at night and we're just too tired for that!
We would say that it is a completely normal penis length. But when we look at this ungrateful little bastard, we get our doubts! Mistress Madita is back for some nice gags and is presenting her to the bursting cocked shaft!
Boy, boy, boy. We have put a lot to our slaves over the years. The wear and tear on fresh, masculine material is really exorbitant. But we always try to present you new and, above all, unspent faces.
After a short orientation, the little imp can then blow his mistress's heels nicely and, above all, thoroughly. Like a hard cock, this little perverted bastard sucks her shoes like a pro. As if he would otherwise only appear in the darkest corners of a train station toilet.
We still have the hope that this dirty little bastard doesn't need his dick anymore, but we're not really sure! Tied up, neatly wrapped like a Christmas present and silenced with a gag, Mistress Madita's slave waits for the final ordeal! She dressed up especially for it.
Some walk over sticks and stones, others over slaves. Our fantastic Lady Mänada shows us what is important when you do so. The right wardrobe is crucial for a successful trip to the inhospitable hills of “Slaveistan"!
We used to have a travel toilet with us when we went on a camping trip to the islands. It was such a handy plastic container that was filled with chemicals. At some point you got rid of all that shit and it was good.
We used to have a travel toilet with us when we went on a camping trip to the islands. It was such a handy plastic container that was filled with chemicals. At some point you got rid of all that shit and it was good.
Admittedly our Madame Eva-Liliel is not an elf. But she doesn't have to be. After all, she also wants to distribute pain and not any wishes among her slaves. So she picked a completely new seat today.