Cruel Anettes Fetish Store - Licking the dirty feet of his mistress HD MP4

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Mistress Anette's Lingering Look of Arousal

A Slave's Descent into Depravity

As the slave knelt at Mistress Anette's feet, he couldn't help but feel the weight of her gaze upon him. Her dark floral dress hugged her voluptuous figure, casting an alluring shadow over his trembling form. She exhaled a plume of smoke, the sweet scent of her cigarette mingling with the musky aroma of her perfume.

"You know the rules," she purred, her voice like velvet on his skin. "Adore my feet."

Without hesitation, he lowered his head and pressed his lips to her leather-clad soles. A shiver ran down his spine as he felt her foot shift within his grasp. It was then that she began to play with him, teasing him with her toes and pushing her foot deeper into his mouth.

"Spread those lips wider," she commanded, her voice taking on a huskier tone. "Show me just how much you crave my foot."

His tongue darted out, tracing the contours of her foot as he struggled to obey her every whim. As he worked his magic on her soles, Mistress Anette's foot began to glisten with a thin layer of sweat. It was then that she decided to push things further.

With a wicked grin, she ground her cigarette into the carpet before lifting her foot high into the air. "Now, lick up that ash," she demanded.

Trembling with anticipation, the slave reached up to her foot, his tongue darting out to lap up the remnants of her smoke. He could feel the heat emanating from her skin, the taste of tobacco mixed with the sweetness of her skin.

As he lapped up the ash, Mistress Anette leaned back in her chair, her eyes fixed on him in a mix of lust and domination. She knew she had him right where she wanted him – at her feet, waiting for her every command.

"That's it, slave," she purred, her voice a soft growl. "Now, taste my foot."

Without further prompting, the slave buried his face between her legs, his tongue darting out to trace the lines of her foot once more. He could feel her warm breath against his neck as she whispered words of praise in his ear.

"You're such a good slave," she cooed. "Now, let's see if you can take this next step."

Before he could even react, Mistress Anette pressed her foot against his mouth, pushing it open wider than he ever thought possible. He could feel the heat of her skin against his lips, the softness of her skin against his tongue.

As he struggled to breathe, Mistress Anette's foot began to move, dancing against his face in a tantalizing rhythm. She watched with satisfaction as he struggled to keep up, his body quivering with the effort.

"That's right," she hissed, her voice dripping with malice. "You're mine to control."

With a wicked grin, she pulled her foot away, leaving him gasping for air. For a moment, everything was still. Then, she let out a long, satisfied sigh, her eyes fixed on him in a mix of lust and domination.

"Now," she purred, her voice a low growl. "Clean my foot properly."

And so, the slave began to worship his mistress's foot once again, his tongue tracing every inch of her skin as he prepared himself for whatever depraved act she had in store for him next.

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