FEET BBC JOI Part 2

You don’t want freedom. You want more denial. More edgeplay. More humiliation as I dangle my soles above your mouth and say, “Not today, bitch boiiii… unless you want to earn it with tears?” You’d sell your soul just to smell my feet after a long day. You’d beg to lick my boot while I ride a BBC on screen — watching me get filled with real power while you **** on your own spit, edging for hours just because I told you to. That’s the spell, baby. BBC dominance. Princess supremacy. You? Just the cum rag beneath my heel.