Femdom Foot Worship | Russian Under Feet Added

Then she moved one foot up, planting it gently but firmly over his mouth. The other foot came to rest on his forehead, her toes curling slightly into his hair. He was pinned. He was silenced. He was hers .

“Prove your remorse.”

He swallowed. “Yes, Anya. I was wrong.” Femdom Foot Worship Russian Under Feet Added

He crawled the final few meters, the plush carpet soft under his knees. He stopped when his face was a breath away from her crossed feet. She wore no slippers, no socks. Her feet were bare, powerful, the result of years of martial arts training. The arches were high, the toes straight and strong, the skin smooth but calloused at the heel. They were not dainty. They were anchors. Then she moved one foot up, planting it