My lovely feet photos
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I sat on the bar stool in front of the glory hole and pulled my chained, masked slave closer by the leash. Then I slowly pushed my warm, slightly sweaty toes in sheer nude nylon straight into his open mouth. He started licking and sucking immediately while I held the chain and guided him deeper, making him take more of my foot.
When I was done with his mouth I stood up, turned around and pressed my hot, damp nylon ass against the hole. After sitting in the tight latex dress my ass was properly sweaty between the cheeks. I ground it all over his face and mouth, letting him lick and clean me like a good toy.
Then I left him still chained behind the wall with the taste of my feet and ass. Enjoy my new comic based on my real glory hole session..
When I was done with his mouth I stood up, turned around and pressed my hot, damp nylon ass against the hole. After sitting in the tight latex dress my ass was properly sweaty between the cheeks. I ground it all over his face and mouth, letting him lick and clean me like a good toy.
Then I left him still chained behind the wall with the taste of my feet and ass. Enjoy my new comic based on my real glory hole session..
It was a real scorcher outside. In a half-empty summer café he was already on his third cold drink and still couldn't bring himself to leave. At the next table sat a blonde in a white blouse and a short skirt. In that heat, black pantyhose with a back seam looked almost defiant - completely unnecessary, and for that reason all the more irresistible. Again and again he caught himself watching her legs.
She was clearly warm. Every so often she slipped a foot out of her shoe, slowly rubbed it against the other leg, then slipped it back in. He could watch this almost without blinking.
At some point, after another "casual" glance, he realized she was looking straight at him.
"Excuse me... could you come over?"
He walked over and sat down opposite her. An awkward silence followed. She clearly wanted to say something but couldn't quite bring herself to. To ease the tension a little, he brought the straw of his cocktail to his lips. And in that same moment, almost automatically, he glanced down - at her legs, now very close. Black nylon, the thin seam, neat toes still in the shoes...
She noticed.
As if that look had been the final push, she suddenly kicked off her shoes and put both feet up on the table. One sole ended up right in front of him - in sheer black pantyhose, close enough to touch.
"You see... I've never been in a situation like this and I don't know what to do," she said. "I noticed the way you've been looking at my legs. And I thought you might be the one who could help me."
She lifted her foot a little higher, bringing it even closer to his face, and stretched her toes almost to his nose.
"I promised my boyfriend I'd prepare a special dessert for him. My feet. I've been walking around in this heat in these pantyhose for half the day just for that. Only... I can't tell..." she extended her toes even closer, "do they smell enough yet? Or is it still too early and I should wait so the dessert turns out properly aromatic?"
She was clearly warm. Every so often she slipped a foot out of her shoe, slowly rubbed it against the other leg, then slipped it back in. He could watch this almost without blinking.
At some point, after another "casual" glance, he realized she was looking straight at him.
"Excuse me... could you come over?"
He walked over and sat down opposite her. An awkward silence followed. She clearly wanted to say something but couldn't quite bring herself to. To ease the tension a little, he brought the straw of his cocktail to his lips. And in that same moment, almost automatically, he glanced down - at her legs, now very close. Black nylon, the thin seam, neat toes still in the shoes...
She noticed.
As if that look had been the final push, she suddenly kicked off her shoes and put both feet up on the table. One sole ended up right in front of him - in sheer black pantyhose, close enough to touch.
"You see... I've never been in a situation like this and I don't know what to do," she said. "I noticed the way you've been looking at my legs. And I thought you might be the one who could help me."
She lifted her foot a little higher, bringing it even closer to his face, and stretched her toes almost to his nose.
"I promised my boyfriend I'd prepare a special dessert for him. My feet. I've been walking around in this heat in these pantyhose for half the day just for that. Only... I can't tell..." she extended her toes even closer, "do they smell enough yet? Or is it still too early and I should wait so the dessert turns out properly aromatic?"