I'm stretched out on the bed, soles bare and wrinkled, toes painted and polished, showing them off just for you. I know exactly what you're here for—those perfect feet, the ones you ache to worship. Smooth arches, pampered toes, heels pressed into the sheets. Every detail on display.

And tonight, I'm not just showing them off. I'm taking it to a whole new level.

Between my toes dangles a used condom—heavy, sticky, filled with c*m. I grip it delicately, teasing you as it swings in front of my soles, threatening to spill. My feet stay together, heels pressed to the bed, toes curling around that condom. You don't get to look away. You don't get to imagine anything else. This is your view: my feet, wrinkled and waiting, the condom swaying between them.

I make you come closer. I command you to kiss. To press your lips into my soles while I hold the condom steady between my toes. Every smooch makes it swing, every breath brings you closer to that sticky mess inside. And as you bury your face against my feet, I laugh softly, knowing how much it turns you on to be here—obedient, eager, c*mpletely lost in the scent, the heat, the humiliation.

Sometimes I switch, passing the condom from one foot to the other, showing off how skilled I am with my toes. Sometimes I let it dangle freely so you can see it hang heavy right in front of your lips. And every time, I humiliate you with words, reminding you of your duties. I tell you the kind of life you were made for: rubbing my feet every night until I'm satisfied, being the stool I rest them on while my girlfriends giggle, cleaning the dirt off them with your tongue, painting my nails just the way I like, and of course—l*cking c*m off my soles whenever I decide.

For long minutes I keep you there, kissing and smooching, pressed into my feet as I mock you with my voice and tease you with every wiggle of my toes. Then, slowly, deliberately, I tilt the condom over and pour the c*m across my soles. Thick, white, messy. It drips between my wrinkles, coating every inch, leaving my feet glistening in the light. I sigh with satisfaction, knowing you're watching every drop run down my skin.

And now comes your duty: cleaning. I make you l*ck, slurp, and worship until every streak of c*m is gone. You don't stop until my soles are spotless. I humiliate you as you do it, reminding you that this is who you are—kneeling at my feet, tongue working, while I smile down at you. I let you stroke yourself while you work, keeping you on edge as you lap up every drop.

Once my feet are cleaned, I reward you with more. I flip around into a reverse footjob position, *ss high, soles wrinkled and pressed together like a perfect bowl. From this angle, you see every line, every crease, every curve of my soles as I command you to c*m again—this time all over them. You pump harder, desperate, and when it finally happens, the explosion is huge—thick streams splattering across my feet, coating them in fresh c*m.

I make you look. I hold them still, soles close, showing you the mess you've made. I make you stare at how perfectly it coats my wrinkles, how sticky and filthy my feet are. And then, once again, I tell you exactly what to do—clean them. Slowly. Carefully. Worshipfully. Nothing goes to w*ste.

This goes on and on, every l*ck humiliating and every command sinking deeper. Eventually, I flip back around so I can see you properly, my heels digging into the bed as I wrinkle my soles and hold them close to your face. I tease you about your role, about how this is where you belong, and I don't stop until my soles are c*mpletely spotless.

When I'm satisfied, I give you one final order: rub my feet. After all the mess, all the cleaning, all the humiliation, you finish your service as my perfect foot sl*ve. My feet are pampered, my soles are gleaming, and you're left aching, drained, and desperate for more.

This clip is nothing but pure foot fetish bliss: - Extreme close-ups of wrinkled soles - Condom c*m play - Pouring thick, real c*m over my feet - Worship, l*cking, and cleaning - Reverse footjob cumshot, with soles held like a bowl - Verbal humiliation and teasing throughout - Multiple messy finishes

- Ending with a foot rub, reminding you of your place

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