There’s nothing wrong with my computer, you were just under my desk so you could smell my feet. I’m on to you I know your little game.
When I first sat on his face, he struggled, squirmed and begged me to let him go while having a rock hard erection shooting from his crotch. His ego may have wanted me gone, but his dick never ever wanted me to leave and all of his protests were ultimately meaningless. I told him to stop fighting his body, accept the experience that I was giving him and realise how much he truly loved being trapped underneath my ass…
Look at his cock, see how hard it is as I stand above him. We both know what’s coming next and neither of us can wait.
The softness of my nylon stockings, the shape of y strong yet feminine legs, the scent of my feet and the subservience of his position laying flat on his back with as I tower above him. These make his cock stiffen, swell and grow in his pants. these drive his mind wild with lust and make him want me with an urge so powerful it can’t be described with words. These make him my slave.
See how he responds to my soft feet and long legs. See how they control him, how they own him. Look at his face, see the pleasure, passion and lust in his eyes from having my feet pressed against his face my toes shoved into his mouth. My feet are his world x
When I first sat on his face, he struggled, squirmed and begged me to let him go while having a rock hard erection shooting from his crotch. His ego may have wanted me gone, but his dick never ever wanted me to leave and all of his protests were ultimately meaningless. I told him to stop fighting his body, accept the experience that I was giving him and realise how much he truly loved being trapped underneath my ass…
