Sitting cross-legged on the bed, a sweet, mischievous smile on his face, and the index that indicates your feet.
's so I guess that tells me when to kneel, which I do readily knowing find me in the face of a goddess, indeed, The Goddess.
I love to see, in this position, bobbing his feet a few inches from my face and feel the frustration of not being able to kiss her without an order. Order that does not arrive to enjoy a little 'my eye appealing and ecstasy turned to its ends.
Sensual and provocative clothing in his home, with bare legs and a low-cut T-shirt to combat the heat of those days. Seeing it does not help me to fight the heat, which, indeed, I feel more and more on my skin as a slave.
Finally, with a glance, it makes me understand that I adore. Do not leave me again and start to kiss and lick her feet. My tongue insinuates itself everywhere, in the midst of the fingers, along the tree until you reach the heel. E 'paradise, feel the excitement up even more, touching peaks did not think he could reach.
I kiss your ankles and knees when I go gently into his hand on my head reminds me of my role. Below, I am not worthy to climb higher up the feet of my Goddess. You know that your attitude is driving me crazy with desire and the thought of you even more fun. And 'This is my role and I'm happy, happy to give you a smile even at the cost of my manhood.
suddenly see you walkin 'less the pleasure of humiliation that I was giving. You get up out of bed, start walking and already I miss the taste of your feet. I realize that I am already addicted and like reading my thoughts begin turning toward me laugh.
Are you aware of your beauty and your power over me and that makes you even more beautiful before my eyes. The absolute master of my soul.
Your natural gestures and looks makes it virtually useless to every word, you can command me without saying a word and each time I realize that what I feel even more a toy in your hands.
You sit in front of the PC and a snap of his fingers just enough to make me crawl under your chair.
honor of your account position the face so that you can rely on their feet.
you relax while reading the comments and reply to your blog, while you enjoy a careful massage of my tongue over your plants.
The desire to touch it much, but I am not the owner of my penis, my whole body is yours without your permission and do not move even a finger.
Lost in the maze of a pleasure that comes and enveloped by the fragrance of your beautiful feet in the distance I hear ticking on your keyboard and your voice whispering fun - "let 's see, dear cagnolinosottomesso ..."
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