sexebeurette Savage Soles: You'Re Whatever I Want You To Be (1080 Hd) (New !! Added 10/26/20) - Female Domination

"What's up?" Jasper smiles up at Trick like she knows something he doesn't. She's quick to point out that there is only room for one on the chaise she occupies. A point that Trick tries to argue. Jasper must have foreseen this outcome, as she has a square of cardboard handy to spare his knees. She props a foot up on his shoulder. The stunning Goddess is a sight for sore eyes, sprawled across the bold antique couch. Seemingly pulled from another setting and mistakenly left in some strange place. "It's nice isn't it" A rhetorical question to which she gets an attempted reply. He mumbles inaudibly, toes still filling his esophagus before backing her foot out of his mouth, "Am I your foot stool now?" Without batting a lash, Jasper responds, "You're whatever I want you to be." She reminds him of his place. "Open" The beautiful brunette glides her toes past his lips and into his throat. She doesn't let up on the verbal assaults, keeps it coming like the drool already consistently dripping from Trick's bottom lip. Her adorable laugh echoes off the walls as he gags. The ball of her foot presses down on his tongue, gliding in and out of his mouth. Toes bang into the back of his throat. Her feet his jaw open, slamming back into his windpipe, hesitating ever so slightly as they reach a point that needs stretching. He gurgles and gags. She patronizes him, asks him questions he attempts to answer with her foot filling his mouth. She makes herself comfortable and commands that he make himself gag. One wrinkled sole faces the camera. The wrinkles are highlighted by sparkling trails of saliva as the other foot mauls Trick's trachea. She mocks her foot slave; laughs and sighs in delight while he kecks on her French-tipped toes. Inhuman sounds emit from from his pharynx. He takes a second to purge his own fluids into his trademark "splash" bucket. "I don't remember telling you to stop." His face wiping is interrupted by the cruel goddess. "From now on how about you ask for permission?" Jasper smiles, obviously taking immense pleasure in watching him do all the work. Tears run down his face as he bobs. He takes both feet at once, then one after another. He takes each as deep as he's able, knowing he'll only be allowed to stop when Jasper is satisfied.