Mouth sewing

I lounge on the sofa, my leather boots gleaming as I scroll through my phone, utterly indifferent to the pathetic worm standing naked before me, his worthless manhood locked in a cruel cage. He trembles, eyes pleading, but I ignore him until boredom strikes. Rising, I seize his face, my nails digging in, forcing his … Mouth To Tacked – This Slave Is Silent Now