The Satan Makes Work For Idle Hands

Includes female dom pov - religious - foot fetish - black foot fetish - foot pov - black - pov female - foot fetish Your Bible swinging Auntie calls you into the front room. You can tell from the tone of her voice that she is not pleased with you at all. Thinking its going to be another long droning speech you slouch into the room. She instantly leaps at you, berating you for one thing or the other. She has heard some distressing news from the grapevine and she wants to know whether its true or not?She heard that you have been masturbating to pornography. Not just that, it seems the stuff you are into is about feet. Your ears burn with embarrassment! You have no idea who could have possibly found this out about you. Auntie sees it and goes to town! She knew it! She is beside herself with tears, calling upon higher intervention to deal with your errant ways. She has been told, she says, that the only way you will get past your heinous behaviour is if she begs for you. Begs for you while presenting you with the object of your weakness. Slipping out of her convenient sandals, she paces about the room in a madness. You are attempting as hard as you can not to look but her feet are just looking so delicious as she stamps about. You have always admired her feet from a distance, but witnessing her leaping about and flexing those feet has indeed got your head in a blur. Auntie is asking fervently, in a feverish state! Watching the sweat glossy on her feet only makes you tighter and you instinctively reach your mitt down inbetween your gams, attempting to hide the rising wood in your pants. Even brushing against your pants feels so good, and you sneak in a quick knead. Auntie sees this and she reaches a feverish high! Urging you to beat the lust out of your loins, she paces about, flashing those creamy white soles in your face. You can smell the sweat and moisture as it trickles down her foot. You close your eyes and do as youre you rub and rub and rub .