Brazil Feet - Princess Marry Anne First Foot Worship II

[pornEmperror]

Brazil Feet - Princess Marry Anne First Foot Worship II

WATCH NOW

Princess Marry Anne First Foot Worship II

As Princess Marry Anne's luxurious feet came into view, the obedient little slave couldn't help but feel a wave of submission wash over him. Her scent, a potent blend of sweat and rich perfume, filled the air, heightening his senses. He approached her cautiously, his heart racing as he knelt before her magnificent size 41E feet.



The princess noticed the way he gazed at her feet with a mix of awe and lust. She smirked, her powerful fingers curling around the edges of the throne-like chair she sat upon. "You may worship my feet, slave," she commanded, her voice like velvet over steel.



The slave hesitated for only a moment before leaning forward, his lips grazing the soft skin of her ankle. He felt her foot shift slightly, inviting him closer. He knew better than to disobey such an invitation. His tongue darted out, tracing the outline of her arch and the delicate tendon that connected it to her heel. He moaned softly as he tasted her sweat, relishing in the power exchange taking place before him.



Princess Marry Anne watched him intently, her eyes glinting with pleasure. She leaned back in her seat, spreading her legs slightly to reveal even more of her perfect feet. The slave's eyes widened in appreciation as he saw her bare soles for the first time. He couldn't resist; he reached out and gently caressed them, feeling the softness of her skin against his fingertips.



The princess let out a soft moan, her fingers twitching with desire. She knew she held all the power in this moment, and it was intoxicating. She watched as the slave's hands moved up her legs, his touch light yet insistent. She couldn't help but feel a deep sense of satisfaction knowing that this man would do anything to please her, even if it meant worshipping her feet.



As the worship continued, the atmosphere in the room grew thick with anticipation. The slave could feel the heat building between them, and he knew that something more was about to happen. He looked up at the princess, his eyes pleading for more. She smiled, a predatory glint in her eye.



"You've pleased me well, slave," she purred. "Now it's time for you to please me in other ways."



The little slave trembled with excitement, wondering what was to come next. He watched as Princess Marry Anne rose from her throne, her feet towering over him. She stepped closer, her lips mere inches from his ear.



"You'll do anything to please me, won't you?" she whispered, her breath sending shivers down his spine.



The slave nodded vigorously, his heart racing with anticipation. As he looked up at her, he couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by the sense of power and submission that coursed through him. He knew that from this moment on, he would worship at the feet of Princess Marry Anne, no matter what she demanded of him.

c4s_rewrite_done=1