Video Description: Alisa and Dori often go to workouts together .. to have a beautiful body and figure, everyone needs to train hard and hard. After a thorough training, they returned home very tired and sweaty. The girls need to rest because they don't even have the strength to take a shower .. but on the other hand, why take a shower when they have a pathetic slave girl misha who was waiting for their return. "Come to me, you idiot! It's time to wash us! Start with our armpits" - said Alisa and misha began to lick her armpits. The slave girl thoroughly washed the girls' armpits with her tongue, swallowing all the sweat and feeling a strong salty taste. Then misha buried her nose in the girls' asses and felt what the real smell of sweat meant. The girls sometimes let the slave girl breathe and ordered her to lick their stomach and neck too. After Alisa and Dori decided to have some fun with her and ordered her to smell the very smelly sneakers inside. misha deeply inhaled the strong smell of sweat of the girls' sneakers and realized how much they sweated. Then misha deeply sniffed the girls' socks trying to sniff out all the smell from them .. misha swallowed a lot of sweat from the girls today .. Excellent sweat cleaner!

Video Description: I have just orgasmed all over the place, squirting heavily on My throne. My black lace panties are soaking wet, and I'm hot and sweaty from the intense sexual climaxes. Fortunately, My chattel is shacked to the throne's pedestal, handily accessible for My immediate needs. his lips, tongue and nose are just the objects I need right now. he'll start at the lowest part of My body, and worship every inch as he works his way upward. My armpits are filled with perspiration, and he must lick up every drop. My sweaty ass and butt-cheeks are next. I'm so hot and wet, yet My chattel's locked dick remains soft and tiny. I find his impotence a total offense. This chattel deserves to live the rest of his life locked on the floor, under My feet.

Video Description: My slave, caught in the act of pleasuring himself rather than massaging my legs as he was instructed, quivers with fear and anticipation as I approach him. Determined to teach him a lesson, I devise a game for us to play: while he continues to stroke his pathetic cock, I will take pleasure in inflicting pain upon his exposed and vulnerable balls. As the intensity builds and he begs for permission to climax, I cruelly deny him, pressing my foot against his throbbing testicles with each denial. The sound of his moans and gasps mix with the faint rustle of fabric as I revel in my control over his pleasure and pain.