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Miss Whitney Morgan's feet are that of a divine Goddess. You crave to worship them, but she wants your full commitment. She wants you to know how powerful they REALLY are before allowing you the pleasure, the privilege to worship them. She slowly dangles and slips off her leather high heels, rests a crop under your chin guiding you through each & every wrinkle, where your tongue will lick & slobber, wrap around her toes. But can you handle her feet? They could ballust you, destroy your "manhood", trample you, overpower you, own you. How about you join her for a little demonstration.. crawl....
Miss Whitney Morgan's feet are that of a divine Goddess. You crave to worship them, but she wants your full commitment. She wants you to know how powerful they REALLY are before allowing you the pleasure, the privilege to worship them. She slowly dangles and slips off her leather high heels, rests a crop under your chin guiding you through each & every wrinkle, where your tongue will lick & slobber, wrap around her toes. But can you handle her feet? They could ballust you, destroy your "manhood", trample you, overpower you, own you. How about you join her for a little demonstration.. crawl....
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