12.99 Min
Miss Brat’s sissy bitch worshipped her perfect feet with a fervor that bordered on obsession
She couldn’t help but be drawn to the delicate curves of her toes, the smoothness of her soles, and the way her heels clicked against the floor as she walked. He longed to kiss them, to lick them, to worship them in every way possible. The sissy cock was locked away in a chastity device, a constant reminder of his submission to Miss Brat. She felt a thrill of excitement every time he caught a glimpse of her foot, knowing he could never touch it or feel the pleasure it brought him. Miss Brat’s foot fetish was legendary, and the sissy bitch knew that he was lucky to be her chosen one. She would often tease her with her feet, running them over her face and body, leaving him begging for more. One evening, as the sissy lay on the floor, Miss Brat approached him with her shoes in hand. She placed one foot on her chest and ran her other foot over her face, leaving a trail of saliva and sweat in her wake. The bitch moaned as he felt the rough texture of her shoe against her skin, but he knew that he couldn’t resist her. Miss Brat’s foot fetish was too powerful for her to resist. She leaned down and whispered in his ear, “You’re my sissy bitch, and you’re going to worship my feet until you can’t take it anymore.” The sissy bitch nodded, unable to resist her command. She kissed each of her toes, one by one, savoring the taste of her skin on his lips. She ran his tongue over the soles of her feet, licking every inch of her perfect skin.
