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<blockquote data-quote="Mistress Legs" data-source="post: 135882" data-attributes="member: 20331">You came to the beach looking for me. We had agreed online. You needed a Mistress. I needed a new foot-pet.I told you that you would recognize me instantly. And you did.There I was - reclining on the sand, sheer pantyhose catching the sun, feet raised and resting on the driftwood. The only woman on the entire beach wearing pantyhose in this heat. Unmistakable.You didn't hesitate. You dropped to your knees right in front of my soles. The nylon was warm, slightly damp with sweat, and covered in fine sand.&nbsp; You pressed your lips against them without waiting for permission. Tongue first - slow, greedy, licking the grit from the sheer fabric, sucking the grains of sand from between my toes, breathing in the heavy scent of hot nylon and skin.I watched you under the steady rhythm of the waves. Each soft crash of the surf rolled through me as pleasure. A low moan escaped my lips. &quot;Mmm.. what a clever little tongue you have, pet.&quot;I lifted my foot and slowly dragged the wet, saliva-soaked nylon sole across your face - from chin to forehead - smearing my scent over you.Then I parted your lips with my toes, pushed them deeper, and slid them steadily into your mouth... all the way toward your throat. Testing. Measuring. Checking just how well-trained and open that mouth of yours really is for my foot.Good pet. You may continue. For now...[ATTACH=full]832883[/ATTACH][ATTACH=full]832884[/ATTACH]</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Mistress Legs, post: 135882, member: 20331"] You came to the beach looking for me. We had agreed online. You needed a Mistress. I needed a new foot-pet. I told you that you would recognize me instantly. And you did. There I was - reclining on the sand, sheer pantyhose catching the sun, feet raised and resting on the driftwood. The only woman on the entire beach wearing pantyhose in this heat. Unmistakable. You didn't hesitate. You dropped to your knees right in front of my soles. The nylon was warm, slightly damp with sweat, and covered in fine sand. You pressed your lips against them without waiting for permission. Tongue first - slow, greedy, licking the grit from the sheer fabric, sucking the grains of sand from between my toes, breathing in the heavy scent of hot nylon and skin. I watched you under the steady rhythm of the waves. Each soft crash of the surf rolled through me as pleasure. A low moan escaped my lips. "Mmm.. what a clever little tongue you have, pet." I lifted my foot and slowly dragged the wet, saliva-soaked nylon sole across your face - from chin to forehead - smearing my scent over you. Then I parted your lips with my toes, pushed them deeper, and slid them steadily into your mouth... all the way toward your throat. Testing. Measuring. Checking just how well-trained and open that mouth of yours really is for my foot. Good pet. You may continue. For now... [ATTACH type="full"]832883[/ATTACH] [ATTACH type="full"]832884[/ATTACH] [/QUOTE]

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