The bully-in-braces, Olivia Kasady makes Fatass immediatley gasp as she puts him on the ground and shoves her foot down his throat, hurting and taunting him. She puts him on his knees before her — the tall girl with the long, strong legs. She throws him back down on his back and gags him like like a fat whore, laughing at his gurgle sounds, calling him a "pansy" and continuing to fuck his face. She buries her big feet down his mouth and into his throat. "Gag on my foot," she says and grabs her leg, using it to help jam her foot more violently down his throat. Olivia loves hurting people. She once made a girl kiss her feet in return for not meeting her promise of a breaking her jaw. She's a specific girl — an interesting girl — very bright. She continues forcing inhuman sounds from him. She uses her leg and foot like a plunger that needs the other hand assisting the violence. The fat-tit fuck kneels at her feet as she sits on the couch and she pushes her foot deeper and deeper, fucking his mouth hard and laughing at him. Her big feet are buried down his throat as he gags, but he still dives into her foot until it blocks his sinuses and he roars in acutley labored breath. Olivia loves foot gagging. She looks into his eyes and expresses surprise he's pushing harder and harder to try to reach her heel in a mashocistic fever. She keeps gagging him, unmerciful, loving his suffering and extremity. She won't stop even when he bows at her feet. Neither will he. it seems he never will, then that she never will. "Wow, you can fit that whole foot in your mouth, can't you?" she says. Her lean legs flex as she won't stop foot gagging him, throat fucking him. "Fit all that foot in your mouth," she tells him. She is destroying his throat, his tears falling, Olivia laughing as she ramps it up and almost makes him ill with brutal throat fucking. But his illness trigger is way somewhere else. he's a sick, fat motherfucker who loves having his eyes busted wide and his face expanded and nearly exploded by foot gagging. What a lucky guy. He's crying accidental tears but refuses to give up until the mean, skinny bully bitch is done. She continues driving her foot down his throat –laughing as he is more and more out of it — all from the time and intensity of the terror she inflicts. In the end, it maybe was wise but unecessary to have professionally evaluated the swelling quickly filling his tonsils and the rips deep in his throat. He's fine. It's still not enough. One day he will make a heel will dissapear or go in peace trying. Time: 19:55