Sucking my feet and then cumming on them The city breathed e..

Sucking my feet and then cumming on them
The city breathed elegance at dusk.

The lights were starting to come on, reflecting off the cobblestones still wet from a light drizzle earlier in the day. Between charming alleys and wide avenues, Goddess Grazi walked with the natural grace of someone who owned everything around her.

She was stunning — tight-fitting jeans hugging her legs, a soft white sweater wrapping her body, and on her feet, a pair of worn white-beige Prada sneakers, used all day long, hiding the real treasure: the most beautiful feet in the world.

Beside her — or rather, a step behind — walked her little slave. A short, devoted, submissive man who carried her shopping bags, watched her every step with admiration, and dreamed of the moment he could serve her as she truly deserved.

After hours exploring the city, they finally returned to the apartment. As soon as they walked in, Goddess Grazi sat down with elegance on the couch, crossed her legs, and looked at her slave with a half-smile.

“Kneel,” she commanded, with a calm, firm tone — the kind of command that allows no hesitation.

The small man dropped to his knees immediately, his eyes locked on her sneakers. The Pradas were visibly worn, the white socks slightly dirty, perfectly molded to the shape of her feet. A subtle scent began to fill the air — not vulgar, but an smell mix of luxury, exertion, and power. It was her scent. And he recognized it instantly.

She extended one leg toward him.

“Smell. The way you like it.”

He closed his eyes and buried his face in the shoe. Then slowly shifted to the sock, breathing in deeply. The warm, sweet, worn scent of the fabric filled his lungs. The sock was still slightly damp, clinging to Goddess Grazi’s skin. He stayed there for a long moment, inhaling with reverence while she simply watched — owner of the moment, the scent, and his submission.

With a simple gesture, he pulled off the shoe and immediately pressed his nose inside it. The sneaker was big, warm, moist — larger than his entire face. He sniffed the sock, over and over, as if it were the last thing he’d ever do. Nothing else mattered to him. Only the scent of those perfect feet.

And then, the foot appeared.

It was like a divine revelation. Soft, slightly pink soles, long toes with impeccable red nails, painted like tiny jewels. The perfect arch, smooth skin, delicate heel. There was no doubt: this was the most beautiful foot in the world. The most desired. The most worshiped. And it was right there, in front of him.

“Now worship. With your tongue. With respect,” she thought, eyes gleaming with a mix of disdain and pleasure.

The slave didn’t hesitate. He began with gentle kisses at the tips of her toes, then slow licks between them. He ran his tongue across every centimeter of her sole. He sniffed, licked, kissed, eyes closed, heart racing. The taste was salty, real, intense — a mix of sweat, French luxury, and pure domination.

Goddess Grazi smiled with superiority. Then she took off the other worn, sweaty sneaker and pressed it against his face — making him feel the scent of a powerful woman. An elegant, bold, acidic scent that matched the city itself.

“Do you realize how lucky you are?” she thought. “There are people all over the world who would give anything to do what you’re doing right now…”

The slave moaned, surrendering deeper, face damp, body trembling. And she simply let him continue. Every part of her foot was kissed, licked, adored like something sacred.

He thought of nothing else. Only of serving his goddess, cleaning every drop of sweat, worshiping every inch of that perfect sole. And he would. Always.

Because there was nothing more sacred in the world than the feet of Goddess Grazi.

Then, with a nod, she allowed him to touch himself while worshiping her sweaty, lightly salted feet… And for him, truly, nothing else mattered. Life was complete. He had won.

All he ever wanted was that moment — forever.

More pleasure and honor than that is what happens next, she lets him cum on her feet! So
he does, he dumps a heavy load of sticky cum on her feet… She feels that hot cum touching her perfect feet. So after he has had his pleasure, it is
her turn Clean up! She orders. And so he does. He licks up all the mess he made And in that apartment, he was exactly where he should be: at the feet of the most powerful
and desired woman on the planet.

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