Josephine in nude pantyhose and a short white flaring dress seems to be so girlish and playful. If you are looking at her face, Josephine looks like a serious and classy lady. Her superb long brown hair shiny and silky offers her a princess look, even a kind of White Snow I might say looking at her perfect skin and her red meaty lips. So, it is obvious that any man who looks at her would be in a serious danger of falling in love. I definitely fell in love as soon as I saw her long legs dressed in that silky and smooth pantyhose. I touched her feet and I felt the warmth of her soles. She allowed me to taste her long toes and it felt amazing.
Inga is wearing nude pantyhose, sitting relaxed at the table, on a chair. Fist, I watched her moving her legs, swinging her feet, exposing a pair of modern high heels. Her dominant attitude made me want to kiss her feet even more. I was getting excited when she ordered me to come near her and lick her soles. Obviously, I kneeled and I started to kiss her warm soles. I love to be her slave, especially because my pleasure is even bigger than hers. I was getting horny, and she was watching me very attentive, as if she was going to offer me a mark for my performance. I was probably acting very well since she told me to put my hard cock between her feet, Inga offering me an extraordinary feetjob.
Perfect body, perfect face, perfect hair, more than perfect long beautiful legs…that’s how I can describe this gorgeous brunette. She is so classy but sexy in the same time and her sexy feet are so attracting to me. As I see her standing there in her nude pantyhose I’m trying to resist the desire of kissing her soles. But she wants it and she offers herself putting her legs near my face. I feel the silky soft pantyhose and I’m horny smelling the flavor of her smooth soles. It’s more than pleasure sucking her long slender soles and her toenails.
I loved licking Danna’s pretty feet, but she would wipe her feet off on my face to further humiliate me and the musty scent would remain there for hours. It was a reminder of who was in charge.
As I looked up at her, she haughtily pointed to her foot and said “Kiss it.” I did and ended up using my tongue to clean the dust off the bottom of her soles, while she arched her foot before my face and made me beg for additional foot kisses by pulling her foot just out of range.
“Use your mouth to make my feet warm,” she would command. Then she would plunge as much of her stocking clad foot into my mouth and laugh at my submissiveness. “Yeth Danna,” I said with a mouth full of foot, as I looked into her eyes in a total act of humiliation.
She howled with laughter at my plight and obvious excitement. I was blushing and my face was hot with embarrassment, but I would do anything she wanted just to kiss her foot, and she knew that.