Jazmine is bound tightly to a chair by thick straps. She strains and struggles but to no avail. In her mouth is a large ballgag. It's uncomfortable and causes her to drool, humiliatingly. She's starting to wonder if all her struggle is futile, when a kind stranger is alerted by her muffled cries of protest and enters the room. He unties her and then notices she has very pretty feet. She's flattered. Spurred on by the euphoria of regaining her freedom, she cheekily offers them to him, and he takes a lick. From there he continues to worship them. She sits back on the couch, one foot in his mo...

Jazmine is bound tightly to a chair by thick straps. She strains and struggles but to no avail. In her mouth is a large ballgag. It's uncomfortable and causes her to drool, humiliatingly. She's starting to wonder if all her struggle is futile, when a kind stranger is alerted by her muffled cries of protest and enters the room. He unties her and then notices she has very pretty feet. She's flattered. Spurred on by the euphoria of regaining her freedom, she cheekily offers them to him, and he takes a lick. From there he continues to worship them. She sits back on the couch, one foot in his mouth and the other over his dick, rubbing it while she enjoy she ultimate relaxation.