Sitting on my sofa, I have a real slap face on my knees in front of me. Just looking at him makes me really want to warm my hands on him and change the color of his skin. One slap, two other slaps, hand, I take pleasure in it and leave with interminable bursts of blows interspersed only with short pauses to pull up the body that descends due to the heat. I am almost enchanted by the sound that my hands produce on his cheeks, it seems to me to play a musical instrument and I derive great satisfaction from it. Happy I let the slave kiss my hands, who now has a purple face and it is better for him to rest.
