Lily Dupont - LILY DUPONT : MASSAGE AND LICK OUR FEET

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Lily Dupont - LILY DUPONT : MASSAGE AND LICK OUR FEET

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LILY DUPONT : MASSAGE AND LICK OUR FEET

As Mistress Lily Dupont and Lady Chantal basked in the sun on their terrace, their feet were propped up, demanding attention. Their slave, kneeling before them, could only stare in awe at their perfect, pale feet. The air was thick with anticipation as he began to massage their soles, kneading away any tension that might have lingered.

"Mmm, that's better," purred Mistress Lily, closing her eyes and letting out a contented sigh. "You know how to please a goddess, don't you?"

The slave nodded vigorously, his heart racing with excitement at her words. He couldn't believe he was actually serving these divine beings, never mind being praised by them.

But his reverie was interrupted when Lady Chantal let out a low chuckle. "Oh, don't get too comfortable, slave," she warned. "There's more in store for you today."

A shiver ran down the slave's spine as he wondered what she could possibly mean. His fear turned to shock when Mistress Lily removed one of her sandals, revealing her soft, supple foot.

"Kiss it," she commanded, her voice heavy with authority.

Trembling, the slave leaned forward and pressed his lips to her foot, breathing in her sweet scent as he felt the warmth from her skin seep into him. He couldn't believe he was actually touching one of her divine toes!

As he worshiped her foot, Mistress Lily let out another fart, the scent of it wafting over him like a seductive aphrodisiac. He couldn't help but sniff it greedily, his cock stirring beneath him.

"You like that, don't you?" she purred, her eyes glinting with mischief.

Before he could respond, she lifted her other foot off the ground, revealing her perfect arch and delicate ankle. "Kiss them both," she commanded, her voice now laced with desire.

The slave couldn't believe what was happening, but he couldn't resist either. He pressed his lips to both of her feet, feeling the softness of her skin against his own. He couldn't help but wonder if she could feel his heart pounding in his chest.

As he lost himself in the sensation of serving these divine goddesses, he didn't notice when they ordered him to lie down on the ground. It wasn't until he felt their feet pressing against his back that he realized what was happening.

"Ahhh," sighed Mistress Lily, her foot sinking into his chest as she relaxed into the cushion she'd created. "This is the life, isn't it?"

Lady Chantal chuckled and leaned back, her feet spreading out to either side of him. "Indeed," she agreed, her toes wiggling in the air. "And don't think this is the last time we'll use you as our personal footrest, slave."

The slave couldn't speak, couldn't move. All he could do was feel the warmth of their feet against his skin and bask in the glory of serving these divine beings. He knew that from this day forward, he belonged to them. Body and soul.

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