Licking Girls Feet - LORA and HELEN - Fun with a loser! (HD)

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Licking Girls Feet - LORA and HELEN - Fun with a loser! (HD)

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HUMAN FLOOR CLEANER

Avril looked up as Helen's heeled foot came into her view. Her eyes widened in anticipation, and she couldn't help but lick her lips. She had been waiting anxiously for her mistress to arrive, knowing that she would soon be put to use.

A DIRTY MISSION

Helen leaned down menacingly, her high heel dangling just above Avril's face. "My friend Lora is coming over," she purred. "And don't you dare look so pathetic," she scolded, kicking Avril lightly in the stomach. "The floor better be spotless by the time she gets here."

Avril groaned, feeling a familiar mix of fear and arousal course through her veins. She knew what was expected of her; she was just a lowly human footstool after all. With trembling hands, she began to clean the floor with her tongue, relishing in the taste of dirt and sweat.

A FRIENDLY VISIT

As she worked, she could hear Helen's high heels clicking against the hardwood floor. Her heart raced as she imagined what her mistress might have planned for her. Suddenly, the doorbell rang, and she heard Helen's distant voice. "She's here!"

Avril's heart sank. She knew this was it—the moment she had been dreading. "Please, mistress," she begged, looking up at Helen's towering figure. "I can't do it."

But Helen just laughed, her cold eyes glinting with amusement. "Oh, I think you can," she replied, her voice dripping with cruelty. "After all, you're such a good little cleaner, aren't you?"

A TRIO OF TORMENTORS

Avril felt a pair of hands grab her hair roughly, forcing her face closer to the floor. Her eyes widened in terror as she saw two pairs of stiletto heels approaching. "Greet your mistresses properly," Helen commanded, her voice echoing in Avril's ears.

Avril trembled, her entire being focused on the pair of feet that now stood before her. She knew what she had to do; it was the only thing that mattered. With shaking hands, she reached out and gently brushed her lips against the soft material of Helen's stockings.

Lora chuckled, her foot nudging Avril's cheek. "You're such a pathetic little thing," she said, her voice laced with amusement. "But you know what they say—if you can't beat 'em, join 'em."

A NIGHT OF PLEASURE

From that moment on, Avril was put to work. She lavished attention on Helen's and Lora's feet, kissing, licking, and worshipping them like they were gods. The women chatted and laughed, their heels digging into Avril's flesh.

But despite the pain and humiliation, Avril couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of pleasure. She was theirs, completely and utterly. And as long as they allowed her to serve them, she would do anything they asked.

As the night wore on, the women grew bolder, pushing Avril further and further into submission. But even as tears streamed down her face and her body ached from exhaustion, she couldn't bring herself to stop. For in their eyes, she was nothing more than a disposable tool.

And so she served, knowing that this was her destiny—to be used and abused by the women who held her life in their hands.

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