Oh my g*d, I couldn't believe the gall of that creep at my own wedding reception! There I was, radiating in my pristine white wedding dress and these f*cking sexy toe stockings, when I caught him blatantly staring at my toes peeking out of my Jimmy Choos. What the actual f*ck? It was my goddamn WEDDING NIGHT!

I stormed over to him during the break, grabbing his arm and dragging him into a private room. He stumbled after me, no doubt thinking he was in for some steamy wedding night action. Pfft, in his f*cking dreams!

I shoved him down onto a chair and promptly climbed up, straddling his face with my nylon-clad toes. Before he could even stammer a response, I ground the soles of my toe stockings right into his face. He tried to pull away but I grabbed his head, causing him to inhale my scent of sweat and nylon.

I couldn't believe how pathetic he was being as he tried weakly to pull away from my dominating feet. I couldn't let up though, no way was this creep going to get off that easy after his pervy stares!

He whimpered and tried to protest, but I shut him up real quick by stuffing my toe stocking into his mouth and shoving it in until he gagged. I could feel his nose twitching uncontrollably as he breathed in the addictive scent of my toes.

I rubbed my stockings roughly against his face, making sure every inch of nylon coated in my wedding day sweat rubbed against his face. I wasn't going to let up until he learned his lesson - until he f*cking ADMITTED what a pathetic p*rvert he was for ogling a bride's feet on her special day.

He grew weaker and weaker as I dominated him, his resistance crumbling under the relentless onslaught of my perfect nylon soles. I could feel his c*ck twitching, betraying his shameful arousal at being put in his place like this.

Before he could even finish lapping at the sweat-drenched nylon, I felt his c*ck j*rk and pulse as he groaned around the fabric stuffed in his mouth. As I rubbed my slick, sweat-drenched toe stockings relentlessly over the creep's face, I could feel his desperation mounting. His tongue darted out wildly, lapping and l*cking at the clinging nylon as if possessed, inhaling my toes. At the same time, I reached down with my free hand, roughly palming his pathetic c*ck. He bucked and twitched beneath my touch, his c*ck throbbing urgently against my stroking fingers. I stroked him hard and fast, my thumb smearing the leaking precum all over his swollen head as I rubbed my stinking soles harder into his face, sm*thering him c*mpletely in the musky reek of my sweat-soaked toe stockings.

I could feel his c*ck pulsing and throbbing wildly in my grip as I stroked him with ruthless intensity. The creep's face was a mess of glistening, sweat-drenched nylon and ecstatic grimaces as I rubbed my ripe toe stockings all over his features, encouraging him to inhale the overwhelming smell of my unwashed feet. With a groan muffled against my foot, his c*ck j*rked and spasmed before erupting in my hand. I milked him through his climax, the pathetic loser c*mpletely at the mercy of my dominating feet and stroking hand. I kept rubbing my feet over his face and pumping his c*ck until I'd wrung out every last shameful drop, leaving him gasping and shaking in the aftermath of his p*rverted, toe-induced *rgasm.

I turned on my heel and strode out of the room, leaving him to wallow in the disgrace of his own shameful, pervy defeat. I knew that creep would think twice about being a dirty l*ttle toe-ogler again after getting a taste of what a real woman's wrath tastes like.

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