Worship My Feet & Spit, Pathetic Goon Puppetfeaturing Bianca Baker

to taste me. You don't get to feel the warmth of my perfect body pressed against you. No, puppet. You get my feet and my spit. That's all you deserve. My soles. My arches. My perfectly painted toes wiggling just out of reach while you fall deeper and deeper into this trance I've built for you. My drool filling up your mouth so you can't speak at all. Watch my spit drip from my mouth as you ache and whimper for me. Start stroking. Nice and slow. Don't you fucking dare speed up. Feel how pathetically hard you are for your Goddess? Now freeze. Hands off. You don't get to chase that feeling unless I allow it. I want you to stare at my soles while you throb. Imagine pressing your worthless lips against my arch. Would you beg? Would you whimper my name while you kissed every