The air crackled with anticipation as I leaned back on the plush velvet chaise lounge, a mischievous glint in my eyes. I knew what he craved – the intoxicating scent and taste of my feet. A shiver of delight ran down my spine as he knelt before me, his gaze intense and reverent.
“Ready to worship?” I purred, wiggling my toes teasingly. He nodded, his eyes fixated on my bare feet. He started with gentle kisses on my arches, his lips soft and exploring. The sensation was electrifying, igniting a fire within me.
I giggled as his tongue traced the delicate lines of my soles. It was pure bliss, a symphony of sensations that made me weak in the knees. He moved on to my toes, sucking each one with exquisite care. The feeling of his warm mouth enveloping my toes sent shivers of pleasure through me. I could hear his breath catching in his throat as he explored every nook and cranny.
He was a master of foot domination. Every lick, every nibble, every touch was designed to drive me wild. His foot play was intoxicating, his foot fetish insatiable. I closed my eyes, surrendering to the moment, letting the sensations wash over me. I wanted to feel his nose deep into my feet to enjoy my natural foot smelling, a part of his foot training.
I loved to see him struggle to get enough air while doing dipping and dangling my legs, the ultimate tease. It was pure power, and I reveled in it. The intensity of his feet smelling and foot worship was a testament to his devotion. He craved my feet domination and to serve me by licking every inch. As he continued his fervent worship, I knew that this was just the beginning of our intoxicating game. I loved showing him who was in control.
My feet were his altar, and he was the devoted worshipper, and I made damn sure he knew it.
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