“Oh yes, just like that,” Samantha sighed, her toes curling in bliss as he paid homage to each individual digit. “You have such a foot fetish, just look at you go, worshipping every inch like your life depends on it. “Worship my feet, foot slave, go on…
His hands roamed up her calves to her knees, kneading the silky smooth skin as he sucked each toe into his mouth, alternating between long, hot licks and gentle nibbles. He left moist trails of saliva connecting each toe, a temporary artwork on her foot, before dipping his tongue into her arch to lap up the salty sweat beading there.
“I want YOU to taste your cum on my foot now,” Samantha declared, her voice husky with arousal. “Fulfill your dirty little foot fetish and mark me as yours, damn it!”
He quickly fisted his aching dick, stroking himself to climax as he lavished her other foot in the same worshipful manner. With a strangled groan, he unleashed a stream of hot, sticky cum, coating her sole and ankle in thick ropes of spunk. Worship my feet, foot slave, yes worship it.
“Yes, that’s it!” Samantha cried, her hips jerking as if fucked by his seed alone. “Now take that cum and smear it all over my foot, like branding me as yours in this twisted game of foot fetish we play.”
He obeyed instantly, his fingers artfully blending the cooling semen into the flawless skin of her foot, rubbing it into the creases and grooves, marking her as his own in the most intimate of ways.
“You’re mine now,” he rasped, gazing up at her with a primal hunger in his eyes. “My foot slave, my cum receptacle, my entire world. This is the new reality, Samantha – you, your feet, and my insatiable foot fetish.”
She smiled down at him, her eyes glinting with satisfaction and dark desire. “Then let’s get used to it, darling. Because only now, with my feet as your sole focus, can we truly reach the height of our carnal bliss.”