A leather slave learns to worship every single gift her Domme gives her. It starts with the smell, the rich texture, the powerful erotic shine of the smooth leather she is bound to serve. Harley knows her place is on her knees beneath her leather-clad biker Mistress, a devoted worshipper at her feet. Then the real reward comes. Fart after bubbly, potent fart escapes her Domme, the sound muffled and amplified by the tight leather. Harley is engulfed, consumed by the erotic mix of polished hide and pungent, stinky gas. She loves it. With desperate devotion, she licks and kisses the leather clad ass, burying her face deeper to breathe in every sacred, humiliating moment. This is her bliss. This is her purpose. To worship the leather and the farts it contains. She belongs right here, and nowhere else.
