Silicone Goddess Antonella - Mistress Antonella he put on him a special gag with a funnel for swallow

In a dimly lit room, the Siren of scat, Mistress Antonella, commands her submissive to lie down on the cold marble floor. Her resplendent silicone body glistens under the dim light as she moves around him, acquiring a peculiar gag from her collection. This isn't just any gag; it's a special one with a funnel attached to it. The pinup mistress carefully positions the funnel on her slave's mouth, hooking it behind his head. She adjusts it perfectly, making sure there's no way he could spit it out. His mouth is now stretched open, ready to receive whatever she has planned for him next. With a wicked grin on her face, Mistress Antonella steps up to her slave and begins the show. With one hand, she smooths back the copious amounts of grease covering his body, revealing every inch of her momentarily smooth skin. With the other, she reaches into a bucket of warm liquid, retrieving two gleaming glasses filled to the brim with what she calls her "Champagne of Goddess." "This is going to be incredible," she whispers softly as she places the first glass under the funnel. The liquid begins to flow over his open mouth, spilling down his chin and neck, mixing with the grease already there. He desperately tries to avoid spilling a drop, but there's no escaping the torrent about to pour down his throat. The mistress waits until the last drop dribbles out of the glass before moving onto the second one. This time, she holds it lower, letting gravity do most of the work. The bubbly liquid fills his throat, making him choke and gag as it goes down. She keeps going until there's no more champagne to be had. Mistress Antonella steps back with a satisfied smirk on her face, admiring her handiwork. Her slave lies on the floor, panting heavily, the funnel still firmly in place. His stomach churns from all the alcohol he's just consumed, but there's no relief in sight. The silicone goddess saunters over to her high definition camera, striking a pose as she leans against the tripod. "I have no idea how he manages to swallow it all," she muses aloud, her voice filled with lust and power. "But I'm going to make sure he keeps doing it for as long as I wish." With that ominous promise hanging in the air, she cuts the scene, leaving her loyal subjects hungry for more of her twisted pleasures.