He can barely see and soon he will barely be able to breath. Our leather slave will be mesmerized by our pure leather smell. Being smothered by our leather gloves, coats and leatherclad bottoms. He must worship and suffer for his three leather goddess if he wishes to continue as our bootlicking slut. His mind gets taken over by us and the power of our leather touch and aroma.
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