Workout on my Human Furniture

Description: After a long day in dance class, i have to stretch my muscles or i'll get injured. how lucky i am to have my human piece of furniture to use as i please. i can sit on him, do bulgarian split squats on his face, do my stretches carrying my foot with all my weight on his nose. you're no longer human, you're my object: you belong to nina fatal. some will say that becoming a piece of furniture after a life as a human would be a curse... but for you, this is heaven: my soft skin and my sweat on your face and your tongue. how many slaves would pay to use your place, lucky boy?