Fer All For Pleasure - Psicologist gets feet worshiped and gives Footjob -custom video

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Dr. Delight's Foot Fetish Remedy

A Custom Treatment for Intense Desires

In the dimly lit office of Fer All For Pleasure, Dr. Delight greeted his new patient with a warm smile. The man hesitated, his eyes darting around nervously. He cleared his throat and took a step forward, confessing the source of his distress.

"I can't focus at work," he mumbled, sinking into the plush armchair. "My mind keeps wandering to... feet."

Dr. Delight nodded knowingly, his gaze locked on the patient's. "Tell me more," he said gently.

The patient visibly relaxed under the doctor's calm demeanor. "I don't know," he confessed. "I just find them... fascinating. The way they look, the way they feel... it's like an addiction."

The psychologist's eyes twinkled with understanding. He rose from his chair and walked over to his desk, pulling out a pair of black pumps. "Have you ever seen these feet before?" he asked, holding them up for inspection.

The man's eyes widened in shock. "Those are yours?" he breathed, his heart racing. "They're... perfect."

Dr. Delight smiled enigmatically, setting the pumps aside. "Your honesty is refreshing," he said, crossing the room to sit down on another chair. "Foot fetishes are quite common, but they can become overwhelming if left unchecked."

Slowly, he rolled up his pant legs, revealing a pair of shiny, black dress shoes. The patient's breath caught in his throat; he couldn't tear his eyes away from the alluring sight. "Take a closer look," Dr. Delight murmured, his voice low and hypnotic.

The man leaned forward, his nostrils filling with the heady scent of leather and sweat. He reached out tentatively, tracing the contours of the doctor's feet with trembling fingers. "They're perfect," he whispered again, his voice thick with desire.

Dr. Delight nodded, his lips curving in a knowing smile. "Time to test your dedication," he said, pushing the patient's hand away gently. "Strip down to nothing, and prepare yourself for the treatment."

The man's heart pounded in his chest as he unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a smooth, hairless chest. He kicked off his shoes and socks, standing before the doctor in all his naked glory.

"Lay down on the couch," Dr. Delight commanded, his voice like velvet over steel. The man obeyed without hesitation, spreading his legs invitingly.

Dr. Delight chuckled softly, straddling the man's torso. He leaned down, his breath warm against the man's skin. "Now," he purred, "it's time to worship my feet."

With that, the doctor placed his perfect, oily feet on the man's chest. The man closed his eyes, lost in the sensation of the soft leather against his skin. He reached up, his fingers trembling as he touched the doctor's ankles.

Dr. Delight watched his patient with a predatory gaze, savoring the power he held over this man's desires. He knew he could have him at his mercy, but for now, he would tease him.

"Do you like what you see?" he asked, wiggling his toes suggestively. The man moaned, unable to resist the allure of the doctor's feet.

"Tell me," Dr. Delight continued, his voice low and seductive. "Would you like to taste them?"

The man's eyes snapped open, his gaze locking onto the doctor's. "Yes," he breathed, his voice thick with desire. "Please."

And so, the treatment began. Under the skilled hands of Dr. Delight, the man worshipped those perfect feet, licking every inch of skin, sucking on each toe with abandon. The doctor guided him, pushing him further into the depths of his obsession.

The man's world narrowed to nothing but those feet, those hands guiding him. He felt himself being pushed to the brink, his entire being focused on pleasing his master. And when he felt the first tremors of climax, Dr. Delight pulled away, leaving him gasping for more.

"You're done," he said, standing up. "Clean yourself up and get dressed. We'll discuss your feelings during our next session."

And with that, the man scrambled to his feet, his heart pounding with a mix of relief and desire. He knew he would be back, eager for more of Dr. Delight's foot fetish remedy. For now, though, he had to content himself with the lingering scent of leather and sweat on his skin, a reminder of the intense experience he had just undergone.

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