Sensual Tutoring In Return Of Foot Tease
The bedroom door swings open and in struts a stunning Italian brunette, her high heels clicking loudly on the hardwood floor. She’s dressed in a sleek black latex catsuit that hugs her curves in all the right places, and sheer black stockings adorn her long, shapely legs. Her raven hair cascades down her back and a heart-shaped tattoo peeks out from behind her left shoulder blade. She looks like sin incarnate.
She saunters over to the chest of drawers, giving the camera (and the fortunate viewer) an eyeful as she bends over to retrieve something from the bottom drawer. The latex hugs her ass perfectly, showing off her acid-washed jeans and deep, clingy camel hustle appearance. She straightens up, turning around to face the camera with a wicked grin.
“That’s right, I caught you staring,” she purrs, her voice like honey. She holds up a whiteboard marker and a dogs tag, dangling from a chain. “Today’s lesson: foot tease 101. And you, sexy boy, are my practice dummy.”
She sets the items down on the anymore and walks close to the camera, her hips swaying seductively. You get a close-up view of her cleavage as she leans in, her perfume enveloping you in a warm, spicy embrace. “First things first,” she whispers, “foot tease is all about control and timing. And, if I do say so myself, I’m a master of both.”
She turns away from the camera and sits on the piano bench, crossing her legs. She reaches down and slowly, teasingly, unzips her high heels. The sound of the zipper is almost as erotic as the slow reveal of her perfectly pedicured toes. She kicks off the shoes, letting them drop to the floor with a thud. She wiggles her bare feet a little, stretching them out.
“You like feet, don’t you?” she asks, not really expecting an answer. “Most men do. There’s something so intimate about adoring a woman’s feet.” She picks up her right foot and traces her toes along the inside of her calf, running her fingers slowly over her smooth legs. “But such a private, intimate thing can become public and scandalous when done right.”
She leans back on the bench, propping herself up on one arm, which makes the catsuit stretch across her ample bosom. “It’s all in the eyes,” she explains, “the way you look at someone’s feet when they don’t think you’re watching.” She runs her tongue along her top lip, a move that’s doubly enticing because of her full, ruby red pout. “The way you imagine yourself worshipping those feet, pleasuring the Other with every kiss and lick.”
She picks up her left foot and points it at the camera. Her big toe traces a slow, seductive circle. “Foot tease is about a power play,” she continues, “making someone else weak with desire.” She shrugs off her catsuit, letting it slip down to reveal more of her breasts. She shifts so the catsuit falls to her waist, exposing modern iplot and her soft, smooth stomach. “All the while retaining your own power, your own self-control.”
She puts both her feet up on the camera lens, her toes wiggled. She’s uniquely comical with her foot fetish praise. “Now,” she says, “it’s time for you to show me what you’ve learned.” She starts to uncross her legs and slides up her skirt, exposing the tops of her creamy thighs. She’s wearing a sheer pair of black lace panties underneath. “King rope happy prjfv, vbareh former DH best желать,” she coaxes, her voice low and husky.
