Feet Factoryy - Ballbusting Ends With Footjobs (MP4)

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Feet Factoryy - Ballbusting Ends With Footjobs (MP4)

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Ballbusting Ends With Footjobs (MP4)

In the dimly lit dungeon of Feet Factoryy, Selena, the towering mistress, stood atop an iron X. Her eyes glinted with a mix of amusement and sadistic glee as she surveyed her latest conquest, bound and helpless beneath her. The air was thick with anticipation, heavy with the scent of fear and desire.



Selena slowly unzipped her leather skirt, revealing a pair of black lace-up heels that reached up to her thighs. She knew just how to use them to inflict both pleasure and pain. With a sneer, she pressed the pointed toes of her heels into the soft flesh of her slave's chest, pushing him down onto his knees.



"Now then, let's see if you've learned your lesson," she purred, her voice like silk wrapped around steel. The slave trembled, his eyes fixed on the forbidden landscape of her body. Selena reached back and grabbed hold of his cock, giving it a vicious squeeze that made him gasp.



"Tell me, slave," she growled, her breath hot against his cheek. "Do you want me to ballbust you again or would you rather have something else?" She squeezed his cock harder, twisting it slowly, and he moaned in response.



"I... I want whatever you want, Mistress," he whimpered, his eyes pleading for mercy. Selena chuckled darkly, enjoying the power she held over him. With a cruel smile, she raised her heels high above her head, aiming for his testicles.



There was a loud crack as she brought them down, crushing his balls beneath the weight of her feet. The slave screamed out in agony, his body jerking wildly as waves of pain washed over him. But Selena wasn't finished yet. She leaned down, her lips brushing against his ear, and whispered softly.



"That's what you get for disobeying me," she breathed, her hot breath sending shivers down his spine. Then, without warning, she pulled his cock roughly towards her, rubbing it against the leather of her thigh. His moans turned to gasps as he felt the pressure building inside him once again.



"Now," she purred, "let's see if I can give you some relief." With that, Selena pressed her heels firmly against his chest, pushing him back onto the cold floor. She straddled him, her thighs now level with his face. Lowering herself onto him, she felt his tongue dart out to taste her, and she let out a low growl of approval.



She began to grind against him, her heels digging into his shoulders as she guided his tongue deeper into her pussy. The slave moaned and bucked beneath her, his cock throbbing against her leg. As he felt the edge of climax approaching, Selena leaned down and whispered in his ear once more.



"That's right, slave," she purred, her breath hot on his skin. "Enjoy your release." And with that, she lifted her heels off his chest, freeing him from her crushing weight just in time for him to explode all over her legs.



Chuckling darkly, Selena leaned back on her hands, admiring the mess her slave had made. "Now," she said, her voice dripping with satisfaction, "how about a little foot worship to clean me up?" The slave nodded eagerly, his eyes fixed on the intricate lace-up design of her heels.



And so, Selena's twisted game continued, with the slave serving as both her plaything and her clean-up crew. In this world of Feet Factoryy, power and submission were the only constants, and Selena reveled in her role as both tormentor and savior.

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