As I sip My coffee, Giada worships My hands, and My poodle lies obediently underfoot. Beneath Us, My human footrest is locked in tiny chastity, his arousal unbearable after I sat My bare arse on his face and filled his mouth with My scent . his pathetic little cage drips as Our teasing feet drive him to the edge.

The harder his caged dicklet strains, the more amused We become. Every touch is calculated to frustrate...

As I sip My coffee, Giada worships My hands, and My poodle lies obediently underfoot. Beneath Us, My human footrest is locked in tiny chastity, his arousal unbearable after I sat My bare arse on his face and filled his mouth with My scent . his pathetic little cage drips as Our teasing feet drive him to the edge.

The harder his caged dicklet strains, the more amused We become. Every touch is calculated to frustrate him further, his arousal spiralling without relief. I decide to intensify his torment, pressing My doxy to his locked manhood. Within moments, the inevitable happens: a dribble of a ruined orgasm escapes, leaving him in a state of utter frustration.

Even with more coaxing, it’s clear his balls are drained. Now, Our object will fulfil its next purpose: licking every bit of his mess from Our perfect feet.