An Li takes real pleasure in the suffering of her property and shows none of the restraint others might. When the bound man presented his head for her thick thighs to clamp down on, she wasted no time accepting the invitation. She’s the type of dominatrix to have men worship thick thighs. Sealed completely inside a heavy sack and unable to move or resist, he could only endure as she locked her legs around his skull and began applying crushing force. “You’re nothing but a scissor toy now,” she mocked, watching the color drain from his face into deep shades of red and purple. Shifting onto her side, she forced him to contort and follow, his neck twisting under the relentless pressure she refused to ease. Throughout it all she laughed at every strained reaction, making it clear she could keep him trapped this way indefinitely if the mood struck her.
