Its a Match
Her body calls out for his touch as she kneels, feet bare and trembling, begging for his worship. His lips trail up her toes, sucking each one with hungry devotion. She moans, eyes shut, as he worships her soles, her feet his sacred prize. She’s a foot goddess, and he’s her slave, lost in the heat of her sensual, submissive surrender.
Her body calls out for his touch as she kneels, feet bare and trembling, begging for his worship. His lips trail up her toes, sucking each one with hungry devotion. She moans, eyes shut, as he worships her soles, her feet his sacred prize. She’s a foot goddess, and he’s her slave, lost in the heat of her sensual, submissive surrender.
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