A vesztesnek ketrecben kell lennie, és az én irányításom alatt kell állnia!

You should be in my trusty chair belt. I will lock you, loser, and oven you, controlling your mind, your body and your deep. Just lock it to you and oven you.

Oven you. Just oven you. Oh, here, dear grill bean cage. You're in my cage and I have your cake.

So sweet, no, dear, so sweet, your dick in my cage. You will do what I tell you. Now worship my feet and sand.

So, it's looking amazing, so hairy. Your balls full and your dick dry, be hard, but can't. And you're only mine.

You can't feel pleasure. You can't nothing without me. Lick my feet, lick my feet, stupid loser. Lick my feet, suck my toes and you may be deserve freedom.