The slave girl will not only serve my divine ass as a seat pad today, but also worship it. Each time I let her breathe, she has to kiss my butt cheeks as a sign of her gratefulness to be allowed to suffer under this tasty ass. She moans and struggles as I sit on her face with my leather leggings - after all, I'm not only smothering her and her oxygen supply is getting lower and lower - but she also has to endure the pressure on her face and the mean center seam of my leggings that's leaving an imprint across her face ... but she will have to endure that - that's a seat pad's life after all!
