https://pornmeka.com/tags/spitting-human-ashtray/ Thu 16 Apr 2026 14:51:27 +0200 https://pornmeka.com/videos/1521145/ludovica-luxury-so-lucky-to-be-at-our-feet-mobile/
Italian speaking. we’re lounging on the big bed, me and my mistress friend, perfectly comfortable with extra pillows propped behind us, legs stretched out, totally relaxed. we’re smoking cigarettes slowly, taking long drags, chatting about random stuff—gossip, weekend plans, girl talk, no rush at all. down on the floor at the foot of the bed sits our slave, exactly where he belongs. back straight against the edge of the mattress, head tilted slightly back, mouth held wide open for us. today his only job is to be our human ashtray. he doesn’t speak, doesn’t move unless we tell him to. every now and then one of us casually flicks ash straight onto his waiting tongue. we watch the gray flakes drift down and settle there, warm and powdery. he just holds it, keeps it on his tongue like it’s the most natural thing in the world, while we keep talking right over him as if he’s invisible. next to us on the low pouf we’ve rested our bare feet, still warm from the day, toes flexing lazily. every so often one of us brushes a foot against his cheek or his chest, just a light touch to remind him of his place, then we go right back to ignoring him completely.towards the end, when the cigarettes are burned down almost to the filter, my friend gets that wicked little smile. she brings the glowing tip right up to his tongue and slowly, deliberately stubs it out—pressing, twisting the butt so the ember hisses and sizzles against the wet surface. he flinches just a tiny bit, a muffled whimper escapes, but his mouth stays wide open, perfectly obedient. i do the same with mine: same slow press, same burning sting, same smell of scorched tongue mixing with tobacco.and then, for the grand finale—we pull the chewing gums we’ve been working on for a while out of our mouths. warm, sticky, soaked in our saliva. one after the other we drop them onto his tongue, right on top of the ash and the fresh burn marks. “swallow it all,” i tell him in that calm, soft and dangerously sweet voice. he finally closes his mouth, struggles a little as he works it down, face flushed red, eyes glassy with that beautiful mix of shame and devotion.we just sit there for a moment, watching him, completely satisfied, before picking up our conversation again like nothing happened. he stays on his knees, mouth still slightly parted, tasting smoke, ash, burnt skin, and our chewed gum all mixed together. right where he belongs. perfect little ashtray. siamo sdraiate comode sul letto grande, io e la mia amica mistress, con i cuscini sistemati alla perfezione dietro la schiena, gambe allungate, aria rilassata e di totale controllo. ci fumiamo una sigaretta dopo l’altra, tiri lenti e profondi, chiacchierando del più e del meno: pettegolezzi, programmi per il weekend, discorsi da donne senza nessuna fretta al mondo.ai piedi del letto c’è il nostro schiavo, seduto per terra esattamente dove deve stare. schiena dritta contro il bordo del materasso, testa leggermente inclinata all’indietro, bocca spalancata al massimo. oggi il suo unico compito è fare da posacenere umano. non fiata, non si muove di un millimetro se non glielo ordiniamo. ogni tanto scuotiamo la cenere direttamente sulla sua lingua, la vediamo cadere piano, grigia e calda, e depositarsi lì. lui la tiene ferma, la trattiene, quasi la respira, mentre noi continuiamo a parlare come se fosse aria.accanto a noi, sul pouf basso, abbiamo appoggiato i nostri piedi nudi, ancora caldi dalla giornata. ogni tanto uno di noi li muove piano, li sfrega tra loro o li allunga per sfiorargli la guancia, il petto, giusto un tocco leggero per ricordargli il suo posto, poi torniamo a ignorarlo completamente.verso la fine, quando la sigaretta è quasi finita, la mia amica fa quel sorrisetto malizioso. avvicina la brace accesa alla sua lingua e la spegne lentamente, premendo con calma, girando il mozzicone per far sfrigolare bene la brace sulla pelle bagnata. lui sussulta appena, un gemito soffocato gli scappa, ma la bocca resta spalancata, obbediente. io faccio lo stesso con la mia: stessa pressione lenta, stesso bruciore, stesso odore di sigaretta bruciata e lingua scottata che si mescola.e poi arriva il tocco finale: tiriamo fuori le gomme da masticare che teniamo in bocca da un pezzo, calde, appiccicose, piene della nostra saliva. una dopo l’altra gliele lasciamo cadere sulla lingua, proprio sopra la cenere e i segni freschi delle bruciature. “ingoia tutto” gli dico con quella voce calma, morbida e letale. lui chiude finalmente la bocca, fa fatica a mandare giù, faccia rossa, occhi lucidi di quell’umiliazione perfetta mista a devozione totale.restiamo lì un attimo a guardarlo, soddisfatte, prima di riprendere a chiacchierare come se niente fosse successo. lui resta in ginocchio, bocca ancora un po’ aperta, con in gola il sapore di fumo, cenere, pelle bruciata e gomma masticata. esattamente dove deve stare.il posacenere perfetto. ]]> Mon 12 Jan 2026 11:21:58 +0200 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Italian speaking. we’re lounging on the big bed, me and my mistress friend, perfectly comfortable with extra pillows propped behind us, legs stretched out, totally relaxed. we’re smoking cigarettes slowly, taking long drags, chatting about random stuff—gossip, weekend plans, girl talk, no rush at all. down on the floor at the foot of the bed sits our slave, exactly where he belongs. back straight against the edge of the mattress, head tilted slightly back, mouth held wide open for us. today his only job is to be our human ashtray. he doesn’t speak, doesn’t move unless we tell him to. every now and then one of us casually flicks ash straight onto his waiting tongue. we watch the gray flakes drift down and settle there, warm and powdery. he just holds it, keeps it on his tongue like it’s the most natural thing in the world, while we keep talking right over him as if he’s invisible. next to us on the low pouf we’ve rested our bare feet, still warm from the day, toes flexing lazily. every so often one of us brushes a foot against his cheek or his chest, just a light touch to remind him of his place, then we go right back to ignoring him completely.towards the end, when the cigarettes are burned down almost to the filter, my friend gets that wicked little smile. she brings the glowing tip right up to his tongue and slowly, deliberately stubs it out—pressing, twisting the butt so the ember hisses and sizzles against the wet surface. he flinches just a tiny bit, a muffled whimper escapes, but his mouth stays wide open, perfectly obedient. i do the same with mine: same slow press, same burning sting, same smell of scorched tongue mixing with tobacco.and then, for the grand finale—we pull the chewing gums we’ve been working on for a while out of our mouths. warm, sticky, soaked in our saliva. one after the other we drop them onto his tongue, right on top of the ash and the fresh burn marks. “swallow it all,” i tell him in that calm, soft and dangerously sweet voice. he finally closes his mouth, struggles a little as he works it down, face flushed red, eyes glassy with that beautiful mix of shame and devotion.we just sit there for a moment, watching him, completely satisfied, before picking up our conversation again like nothing happened. he stays on his knees, mouth still slightly parted, tasting smoke, ash, burnt skin, and our chewed gum all mixed together. right where he belongs. perfect little ashtray. siamo sdraiate comode sul letto grande, io e la mia amica mistress, con i cuscini sistemati alla perfezione dietro la schiena, gambe allungate, aria rilassata e di totale controllo. ci fumiamo una sigaretta dopo l’altra, tiri lenti e profondi, chiacchierando del più e del meno: pettegolezzi, programmi per il weekend, discorsi da donne senza nessuna fretta al mondo.ai piedi del letto c’è il nostro schiavo, seduto per terra esattamente dove deve stare. schiena dritta contro il bordo del materasso, testa leggermente inclinata all’indietro, bocca spalancata al massimo. oggi il suo unico compito è fare da posacenere umano. non fiata, non si muove di un millimetro se non glielo ordiniamo. ogni tanto scuotiamo la cenere direttamente sulla sua lingua, la vediamo cadere piano, grigia e calda, e depositarsi lì. lui la tiene ferma, la trattiene, quasi la respira, mentre noi continuiamo a parlare come se fosse aria.accanto a noi, sul pouf basso, abbiamo appoggiato i nostri piedi nudi, ancora caldi dalla giornata. ogni tanto uno di noi li muove piano, li sfrega tra loro o li allunga per sfiorargli la guancia, il petto, giusto un tocco leggero per ricordargli il suo posto, poi torniamo a ignorarlo completamente.verso la fine, quando la sigaretta è quasi finita, la mia amica fa quel sorrisetto malizioso. avvicina la brace accesa alla sua lingua e la spegne lentamente, premendo con calma, girando il mozzicone per far sfrigolare bene la brace sulla pelle bagnata. lui sussulta appena, un gemito soffocato gli scappa, ma la bocca resta spalancata, obbediente. io faccio lo stesso con la mia: stessa pressione lenta, stesso bruciore, stesso odore di sigaretta bruciata e lingua scottata che si mescola.e poi arriva il tocco finale: tiriamo fuori le gomme da masticare che teniamo in bocca da un pezzo, calde, appiccicose, piene della nostra saliva. una dopo l’altra gliele lasciamo cadere sulla lingua, proprio sopra la cenere e i segni freschi delle bruciature. “ingoia tutto” gli dico con quella voce calma, morbida e letale. lui chiude finalmente la bocca, fa fatica a mandare giù, faccia rossa, occhi lucidi di quell’umiliazione perfetta mista a devozione totale.restiamo lì un attimo a guardarlo, soddisfatte, prima di riprendere a chiacchierare come se niente fosse successo. lui resta in ginocchio, bocca ancora un po’ aperta, con in gola il sapore di fumo, cenere, pelle bruciata e gomma masticata. esattamente dove deve stare.il posacenere perfetto. ]]> Sun 11 Jan 2026 12:58:45 +0200 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Good ashtrays swallow everything to please their mistresses, are you a good ashtray or do we have to punish you? ]]> Tue 14 Jan 2025 15:18:35 +0200 https://pornmeka.com/videos/885470/good-ashtrays-swallow-everything-with-ruby-onyx/ https://pornmeka.com/videos/854918/the-sexy-krampuses-catch-the-cheating-santa-claus-smoking/
The sexy krampuses smoke, but they don't like to clean the butts and the ashtray. that's why they keep me as a cheating santa claus. logs and ashes are best for the mouth and stomach! they may even spit in the cheating santa claus's mouth. smoking is a good game! ]]> Thu 26 Dec 2024 12:55:08 +0200 https://pornmeka.com/videos/854918/the-sexy-krampuses-catch-the-cheating-santa-claus-smoking/ https://pornmeka.com/videos/780455/human-ashtray-in-cage/
My human larva has his feet and hands tied to the bars of the cage, he has a funnel fixed directly in his mouth, impossible for him to remove it.he feels vulnerable and knows that everything i put in the funnel will end up at the back of his throat.i felt that fear. so i decided to use him as ashuman ashtray by putting all my ash in the funnel and then i piss directly in it, he had to swallow it allmy piss mixed with the ash, went directly to the back of his throat. ]]> Mon 11 Nov 2024 14:56:07 +0200 https://pornmeka.com/videos/780455/human-ashtray-in-cage/ https://pornmeka.com/videos/662275/mistress-linda-evil-suole-zozze-da-ripulire/
Ora mi fumerò una bella sigaretta , mentre userò come portacenere e sputacchiera la bocca di questo schifoso beta ... dovrà ripulire molto bene i miei stivaletti molto zozzi e leccarli come si deve ! included smoking  boot domination  spitting ]]> Sun 01 Sep 2024 12:04:57 +0200 https://pornmeka.com/videos/662275/mistress-linda-evil-suole-zozze-da-ripulire/ https://pornmeka.com/videos/612375/full-hd-cigarette-showed-down-his-throat-part-2/
The naked slave turned his head left and right to satisfy both of his mistresses with his tongue. mistress darcia's pair of light brown high heel boots were waiting for the cleaning as well as mistress tatjana's black rubber boots. they were chatting and smoking over his head, occasionally spitting on his face. ]]> Tue 30 Jul 2024 12:08:44 +0200 https://pornmeka.com/videos/612375/full-hd-cigarette-showed-down-his-throat-part-2/