This slave begged and begged me for days to be able to worship my feet, to be able to kiss, smell and lick them and in the end I accept but on the condition that afterwards I will have fun with him in my own way? He accepts in blindly without realizing having written a blank check that will decree the end of his testicles. And in fact, after allowing him to adore my bare feet, the same feet begin to hit him mercilessly for one of the practices that amuses me the most: I love hearing the sound of balls exploding under my blows. The kicks in the balls follow one another hard and without respite, alternating even with a few knees until he collapses to the ground where he can worship my feet again.

Go to Store “Lady Scarlet”