Soles And Foot Fetish - MY FEET DESERVES A HUMAN MALE SLAVE AS FOOTSTOOL DURING MY LUNCH FULL EDITION

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Soles And Foot Fetish - MY FEET DESERVES A HUMAN MALE SLAVE AS FOOTSTOOL DURING MY LUNCH FULL EDITION

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Bella Ruiva's Footstool Lunch Break

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The atmosphere inside the luxurious office was heavy with anticipation. The air conditioning hummed softly, barely masking the sound of high heels clicking on the polished marble floor. Suddenly, the door to the private room swung open, revealing the gorgeous Bella Ruiva. She strutted confidently, her long legs encased in a tight skirt swaying seductively.

Her gaze was fixed on her male slave, who knelt before her, eyes downcast in reverence. With a flick of her wrist, she motioned for him to stand. He rose slowly, his body trembling with anticipation as he waited for her command.

As Bella reached her desk, she unbuckled her shiny black high heels and kicked them off, revealing a pair of dainty pink piggies. Without a word, the slave rushed forward, bowing his head as he picked up her shoes and placed them gently on the footstool.

With a contented sigh, Bella settled into her chair, propping her feet up on the footstool. The slave's eyes widened as he saw his mistress's delicate toes hovering just above his nose. Without hesitation, he leaned forward, pressing his face against her feet, breathing in her sweet perfume.

"Relax, slave," Bella purred, her voice echoing through the room. "You're here to worship my feet." She paused, savoring the moment. "And when I'm ready for my lunch, you'll be my footstool."

As she opened her lunch box, the slave could feel her warm breath on his skin, sending shivers down his spine. "I can feel your anticipation," she whispered, running her fingers along his cheek. "But remember, you're here for my pleasure."

Without further ado, Bella began her lunch break, her feet resting comfortably on the slave's back. As she typed away on her keyboard, her foot moved in rhythm, pressing against his chest. Every so often, she would pause, leaning back in her chair to give him a better view of her soft soles.

"Suck my toes," she commanded, her voice a low rumble. The slave hesitated for a moment before leaning forward, his lips hovering just above her tender toes. He closed his eyes, savoring the moment as he began to suckle on her feet.

Meanwhile, Bella continued typing away, her foot bouncing gently against the slave's back. She was in complete control, using her feet to both relax and excite herself. As the lunch break continued, the slave found himself lost in a world of foot worship, completely consumed by his mistress's delicate feet.

By the end of the break, Bella Ruiva's toes were glistening with saliva, and her male slave was left quivering with anticipation. As she stood up, leaving her footstool to gather her things, he could only hope that she would allow him to continue serving her feet in the future.

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