I sat My little slut down on the floor, and tied his hands to a Saint Andrews Cross. I like it when my slut’s face is lower than My centre of womanhood, that way I can look down on him, and stand stall in front of him. Especially if he can’t escape. The slut was greedy for My dick. Imagine your face trapped between My powerful thrusting hips and the Saint Andrews Cross. Pounding your face-vagina with My big strap-on. Sometimes hard & fast, sometimes slow & deep. Sometimes ignoring your gagging, sometimes taking your breath away, with your face-vagina always and anytime at My mercy. You can’t run away, you’ll have to take it all.