Gagged in the Back Row... By My Pearly Toes

Imagine this, pet: dark cinema, sticky floors… and your face buried between My thighs as My glossy white pedicure glows under the flickering screen. You’re desperate to lick, but I’ve got other plans.

One sharp tug on your hair, and My toes slide past your lips. Gagging you silent as the hero monologues. You squirm, but My arch presses deeper — _who cares if the couple two rows ahead hears your choked whimpers?_All they’ll see is Me, smirking, as I taste your obedience with every twitch of My foot…

How long could you last before begging to worship properly? 🦹🏻‍♀️🔥