Metrofetishmodels - Miss Bently: Drag Your Tongue My Size 10 Ebony Feet (Part 3)
Part 3: The Final Act of Submission
Drag Your Tongue My Size 10 Ebony Feet
As the room darkened, Dynamite could feel his heart racing. He knew what was coming next, and he couldn't help but feel a mixture of excitement and fear. Miss Bently, the alluring ebony goddess before him, had made it clear that she wouldn't tolerate any cheapness. And so, he had no choice but to submit to her every command.
With a sultry smile, Miss Bently slowly removed her last piece of clothing, revealing her perfect size 10 ebony feet. They were dirty and sweaty from dancing all night, but to Dynamite, they were the most beautiful things he had ever seen. He couldn't believe he was about to taste them.
As she approached him, Dynamite could smell the sweet scent of her feet. It was intoxicating, and he couldn't resist the urge to lean in closer. Miss Bently placed her foot gently on his face, and he couldn't help but gasp at the sensation. Her toes curled around his ears, pulling him closer still.
With a wicked grin, Miss Bently began to move her foot back and forth across his face, dragging her sweaty sole across his cheeks and nose. She watched as he struggled to breathe, his tongue darting out to taste her every inch. It was clear that he was both disgusted and aroused by her command.
Finally, she lifted her foot off his face and placed it squarely on his chest. "Now," she purred, "you're going to pay for your cheapness." She slid her foot down his chest, teasingly brushing against his crotch. As she reached his mouth, she gave him a mischievous look. "Open wide."
Dynamite couldn't believe what was happening. He was about to taste the soles of Miss Bently's feet, something he had only ever dreamed of. With trembling hands, he opened his mouth wide, and she slid her foot inside. He felt her toes curl around his tongue, and he couldn't help but moan as he tasted the sweetness of her feet.
As he began to worship her feet, Miss Bently watched with satisfaction. She knew she had him right where she wanted him. And when he finally looked up at her, his eyes filled with desire and submission, she knew it was time to collect her payment.
With a wink, she pulled her foot out of his mouth and held it up. "That's how much you owe me, Dynamite. Every inch of these feet has been on your face, and now it's time for you to pay up." And with that, she walked away, leaving him there, dazed and amazed by the power of her feet.
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