Cigarilos nakon posla za robinju

At the end of the day, put my feet up nicely and I rest a smoke. My slave should actually serve as a footstool, unfortunately he wriggles incessantly so that it is simply not comfortable on him. But he gets to feel my cigarillo. He gets the smoke blown directly into his stupid face, the embers sometimes get very close to nipples, sack and cock. The ashes land on his ugly body everywhere and he has to eat the rest. But the cigarette is squeezed out in his belly button