First off, this beauty. If I were the guy on top, I would be struggling (and probably to no avail) to sniff and lick the feet next to me. Divine torture.
Can you tell I like the idea of two guys spread eagle opposite each other? And here, the end of the gasmask seems to be heading right to the sweaty sock. Gag and retch on that noxious smell, and even though you struggle and moan, our merciless captor is about to bind the end of the hose to that socked, smelly foot, so there’ll be no escape, no matter how much you wriggle and writhe…
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