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He was right where he belongs, on the ground beneath my feet, stroking himself stupid while I made him worship every inch of what he was never allowed to touch. I put my soles in his face, wiggling my toes, telling him to sniff. Lick. Kiss. Keep stroking. Don't you dare fucking stop. He moaned into my arches, desperate and sloppy, his hand pumping faster while I just laughed and reminded him how pathetic he looked. Getting so stupid for feet. So fucking desperate he'd do anything. I made him bark for me. he did it of course. Whimpered and barked like a broken little pet, my toes pressing against his lips while he edged closer and closer to that edge he'd never get to fall over. Please. Please let me cum. Please. so pathetic, so desperate. I just smiled and shoved My pretty feet into his mouth, gagging him, making him edge more for Me. He was drooling, moaning, completely fucked out of his mind, and I never planned to let him finish. Not today. Not ever if I didn't feel like it. Think you could edge yourself stupid for my feet without losing your mind, or are you already barking?