Bakış açısı naylon ayak ibadeti!

Right where you belong: on your knees, looking up at your beautiful goddess as she files her nails and ignores your erection and silent begging. Down there with your hands together like you're praying to my nyloned foot, mesmerized as it dangles my lovely open toed shoe. Completely entranced, your face follows my foot's every little move as I slowly roll my ankle a few times, spread my little toes, flex my arch...the delicate curve of my sexy foot combined with the feminine scent has you stretching your neck upward, trying so desperately to breath in the scent and touch the sole with your lips to plant a worship kiss as you silently think the words, "i worship you Goddess Zephy." I smirk up in my chair--knowing I have full control and you are owned by the mere sight of my little foot. Oops! My shoe fell to the floor, will you put it back on my foot for me? Perhaps you should just bury your face under my nylon toes for awhile--I think they are still a tiny bit damp with foot sweat.