Goddess Grazi - He comes over the Wi-Fi… and ends up with his mouth on my feet and my pussy! Goddess Grazi and Pedrinho

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Goddess Grazi - He comes over the Wi-Fi… and ends up with his mouth on my feet and my pussy! Goddess Grazi and Pedrinho

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He comes over the Wi-Fi… and ends up with his mouth on my feet and my pussy! Goddess Grazi and Pedrinho

As the doorbell rang, Goddess Grazi, clad in a skintight black dress that hugged her every curve, made her way to the entrance. Her feet were encased in black high-heeled sandals with thin straps that accentuated every curve of her foot, ending with lime green-tipped French manicured nails that seemed to glow with raw sensuality. The delicate scent of her perfume filled the air, leaving Pedrinho breathless even before he crossed the threshold.

"Good evening, Pedrinho," she said, her voice like velvet. "I hope you haven't come all this way just for the Wi-Fi." Her gaze was piercing, making him feel exposed and vulnerable despite the reason for his visit.

"N-no, Goddess," he stammered, his eyes fixed on her feet. "I have a paper to hand in, but I would do anything for you." The words escaped his lips before he could stop them, revealing the depth of his desire for her.

"I think I know what you mean," she said, her smile playing at the corners of her lips. "There are two conditions, though."

Pedrinho swallowed hard, his heart pounding in his chest. "Anything, Goddess," he repeated.

"The first condition is that your father never finds out," she said, her tone serious. "The second is that you obey my every command."

Pedrinho nodded, his eyes never leaving her feet. "I understand, Goddess."

Grazi smiled, her eyes glinting with amusement. "Good boy."

She led him into the living room, where she sat down on the sofa, crossing her legs to reveal the light blue panties peeking out from beneath her short dress. Pedrinho's gaze was glued to her feet, his mind filled with images of his lips on her soles.

"Take off my sandals," she said, her voice a whisper.

Pedrinho hesitated for a moment before leaning forward and slowly removing her sandals. He took in the sight of her soft, bare feet, his breath catching in his throat. He breathed in deeply, savoring the natural scent that mingled with her perfume.

"Now, worship my feet," she commanded.

Pedrinho didn't need to be told twice. He began by kissing each foot, tracing his tongue over the curves of her soles, his mouth watering at the thought of tasting her. He moved up to her ankles, kissing and licking his way higher, his heart hammering against his chest.

As he paid homage to her feet, Grazi slipped her hand down between her thighs, her fingers dipping into her wetness. She watched as Pedrinho lost himself in her feet, his eyes glazed over with desire.

"Now," she said, her voice low and sultry, "taste me."

Pedrinho didn't hesitate. He lifted her dress, revealing her pink, hairless pussy to his eager lips. He inhaled deeply, taking in the scent of her arousal, and then he dove in, lapping at her folds with his tongue.

Grazi moaned softly, her fingers tangling in his hair. She guided his head lower, pushing his face into her crotch. He licked and sucked, his tongue darting in and out of her pussy, driving her wild with pleasure.

The video was an intense surrender of submission, where the pleasure was in the details, the smells, the textures, and the silent power play. Pedrinho did everything to deserve the privilege of being at her feet, and Grazi knew it. She was the one in control, and she intended to keep it that way. The climax was inevitable, and when it came, it was explosive. Grazi's pussy throbbed, her muscles clenching around Pedrinho's tongue as she writhed in ecstasy.

When the wave of pleasure subsided, she pulled away, leaving Pedrinho panting and hungry for more. "Now," she said, her voice soft but commanding, "go to your room and think about what you've done."

Pedrinho rose from his knees, his face flushed with shame and desire. He nodded, knowing that he would never forget this moment, the taste of her, the feel of her feet against his lips. He turned and walked out of the room, leaving Grazi alone with her thoughts and her satisfaction.

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