Citrinesage - Foot slave gets a sweaty treat, with my feet fresh from a hot sweaty day in my Birks he gets to lick all the days nastiness from my soles and toes

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Citrinesage - Foot slave gets a sweaty treat, with my feet fresh from a hot sweaty day in my Birks he gets to lick all the days nastiness from my soles and toes

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Foot slave gets a sweaty treat, with my feet fresh from a hot sweaty day in my Birks he gets to lick all the days nastiness from my soles and toes

As the sun began to set over the bustling city, Citrinesage emerged from her luxurious shopping spree, her Birkenstocks caked with sweat and dirt from a day of indulgence. Her long, toned legs stretched before her, clad in tight denim shorts that hugged her curves. With a satisfied smile, she strutted towards her awaiting foot slave, ready to extract the final reward of her day.



The slave, kneeling at her feet, trembled with anticipation as he caught sight of his mistress's feet. They were calloused from hours of wear, yet still flawless and inviting. His tongue ached for the salty sweetness that coated them, a testament to the power and dominance she exuded.



Without a word, Citrinesage untied the laces of her Birkenstocks and slowly removed each muddy shoe, revealing her sweaty, sandal-clad soles. The slave's head bowed in reverence as he gently kissed her insteps, his nose tickled by the intoxicating scent of her feet.



His mouth watered as he leaned in closer, his tongue tracing the arch of her foot before delicately exploring the crevices between her toes. The taste of her sweat mingled with the dust of the city, sending shivers down his spine. With each lap of his tongue, he could feel her power pulsing through him, binding him to her irresistible feet.



Citrinesage watched with satisfaction as her slave's dedication grew before her eyes. It was a sight she had grown accustomed to, yet never failed to excite her. She leaned back against a nearby wall, savoring the sensation of his adoration as he cleaned every inch of her feet with meticulous care.



As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting an orange glow over the city, Citrinesage finally allowed her slave to rest, his face pressed against her now-clean soles. She smiled to herself, knowing that tomorrow would bring a new day of power and pleasure, and her foot slave would be there waiting for her, eager for his next taste of her divine sweat.

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