Julia-Eva and her phone-seat

Julia-Eva needs a seat, while she's making a phone-call.

After teasing him with a stinky foot in a sock, she sits down on his chest.

The impact of her heavy fleshy ass let rush out his air from the lung, but not enough, she moves further on his throat.

With his windpipe crushed under her, he knows, it will be a hard time for her seat.

Especially because she moves still further, now burriing his face deep in her ass.. no air-supply guaranteed!

She has a friend on the phone, the theme is... however slaves and their shortcomings, one cannot be trampled and the other needs air when she sits on his face....

So she's talking with the phone and forgetting the poor face under her...

oxygene.... please!