Breath control has been a favourite of mine for years and years now, finding the number of ways I can take your air. Censorship brings us to me demonstrating on a chicken versus a moist throat, a set of desperate nostrils, tearful eyes, gagging sounds.. using my finger dexterity as it was meant, to control your breath. Face-fucking you a number of ways, gathering your drool and spit and smearing it across your face or other holes, HOM with gloves, wrapping around your face, in ways . . .toying with your breathing with fists and legs and breasts and face sitting and whatever's handy . .
You giving into the shape of this servitude, how could you resist? Your baseline of sluttiness can only improve with me, and then go beyond your wildest dreams- don't you know the truth is stranger than fiction? Isn't it your duty to take advantage of that and dive into the weird and perverted in this one life? Is it better with or without a blindfold? Better with a touch of clown, of whimsy, of weirdness. . it actually helps you take more fingers down your throat if you've just laughed, rolling your eyes at a bad joke ensures your face-fucked tears re-lubricate your whole face as you find yourself drained in every way . .
Start stretching your jaws.