Fetish 4 Mobile - Puttanella dei nostri piedi - Slut of our feet #2 ( FOOT SLAVE TRAINING ) (WMV - MOBILE VERSION)

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Fetish 4 Mobile - Puttanella dei nostri piedi - Slut of our feet #2 ( FOOT SLAVE TRAINING ) (WMV - MOBILE VERSION)

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The Slutty Feet of Eve and Viktor

A Tale of Foot Slave Training

As the door to the luxurious boudoir swung open, a shiver of anticipation ran down your spine. You were the puttanella dei nostri piedi—the slut of their feet. Your job was to obey Eve and Viktor's every command, no matter how humiliating or degrading it might be. And today, you were about to taste the ultimate humiliation.

You found yourself standing before the towering alphas, your mistress Eve and her alpha mate Viktor. They were seated on a plush couch, their feet adorned in elegant heels that matched their regal demeanor. You couldn't help but notice the way their toes twitched impatiently, eagerly anticipating the servitude that lay ahead.

A sly smirk spread across Eve's lips as she leaned towards Viktor. "It's time for our little foot slave to earn his keep," she purred. Your heart raced as you tried to contain your nervousness, knowing full well what was about to happen.

With a flick of her wrist, Eve gestured for you to kneel between her feet. Your pulse quickened as you caught sight of the shimmering red stilettos that loomed before you. These were the same feet that had dominated countless men before you, and now it was your turn to pay homage to them.

As you leaned in closer, your nose brushing against the soft fabric of Eve's dress, you could feel the warmth emanating from her feet. It was intoxicating—a mix of power and vulnerability that left you yearning for more. "You want to please us, don't you?" she whispered, her breath tickling the back of your neck.

Your reply was a fervent nod, your mouth watering at the thought of tasting those perfect feet. "Then show us how much you crave our attention," Viktor growled from behind, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down your spine.

Without hesitation, you leaned forward and pressed your lips against Eve's foot, savoring the taste of her soft skin and the intoxicating scent of her perfume. She let out a soft moan, signaling for you to continue. As you worked your way up her leg, you could feel Viktor's foot pressing against your back, urging you to go faster, harder.

Your world revolved around their feet, your entire being consumed by the intoxicating scent of their perfume and the feel of their soft skin against your lips. You were their puttanella, their plaything, and you loved every moment of it.

As you looked up at them, your eyes filled with adoration, you knew that this was your purpose—to serve and please them, no matter what humiliations they might throw your way. Because for you, there was no greater honor than being their foot slave, their puttanella dei nostri piedi.

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