This clip is the finest kind of art: teasing and denial under my charming shoes and stockings.
It’s a cool night and I got ready to go out too early. I was TOO GORGEOUS to contain myself and had some time to spend. So I ordered my slave to lie down on the floor: as he would stick around without me, I decided to add to his poor mindless head one more reason for him to think about my feet every second I was absent: the pain of denial.
So I sat comfortably on my armchair and picked up my phone. While I checked on my social media, I blessed him with slow, penetrating movements of my fee...

This clip is the finest kind of art: teasing and denial under my charming shoes and stockings.
It’s a cool night and I got ready to go out too early. I was TOO GORGEOUS to contain myself and had some time to spend. So I ordered my slave to lie down on the floor: as he would stick around without me, I decided to add to his poor mindless head one more reason for him to think about my feet every second I was absent: the pain of denial.
So I sat comfortably on my armchair and picked up my phone. While I checked on my social media, I blessed him with slow, penetrating movements of my feet. The soles of my shoes gently rubbed his balls, resting lazily on his dick as I crossed my legs. He felt my heels scratching him, his balls on fire, obediently.
This is how you make a slave melt without cumming. And that’s how your aching, frustrated balls will remind you of my power every second.