In this clip, I put you exactly where you belong — beneath me.
You fantasize about having a perfect wife like me, but to even imagine that, you must accept one simple truth: you’re not man enough for me. And that realization turns you on more than you’d ever admit.
I take control from the very beginning, ordering you to strip and stroke that weak cock while I remind you how pathetic and desperate you are. I tease your obsession with my perfect feet — my soft soles, my toes, every detail that drives you crazy — and I turn it into your place of worship.
You stroke slowly, edge after edge, while I describe exactly what you’ll never have: me being fully satisfied by a real man, right in front of you, while your only role is to serve. Licking my soles clean, obeying, holding back, aching with need — completely owned.
You don’t get permission to cum.
You don’t get priority.
You don’t get my body.
All you get is control, denial, humiliation, and the privilege of serving my perfect feet while I decide when — and if — you’re allowed to release.
I count you down.
You obey.
Because that weak cock?
It’s mine.
Feet Worship for a Hopeless Cuck
In this clip, I put you exactly where you belong — beneath me. You fantasize about having a perfect wife like me, but to even imagine that, you must accept one simple truth: you’re not man enough for me. And that realization turns you on more than you’d ever admit. I take control from the very...
In this clip, I put you exactly where you belong — beneath me.
You fantasize about having a perfect wife like me, but to even imagine that, you must accept one simple truth: you’re not man enough for me. And that realization turns you on more than you’d ever admit.
I take control from the very beginning, ordering you to strip and stroke that weak cock while I remind you how pathetic and desperate you are. I tease your obsession with my perfect feet — my soft soles, my toes, every detail that drives you crazy — and I turn it into your place of worship.
You stroke slowly, edge after edge, while I describe exactly what you’ll never have: me being fully satisfied by a real man, right in front of you, while your only role is to serve. Licking my soles clean, obeying, holding back, aching with need — completely owned.
You don’t get permission to cum.
You don’t get priority.
You don’t get my body.
All you get is control, denial, humiliation, and the privilege of serving my perfect feet while I decide when — and if — you’re allowed to release.
I count you down.
You obey.
Because that weak cock?
It’s mine.
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