By mere coincidence I had a long rubber session with a client of mine today. Yet this loser did not perform the way I expected him to. Thus, I decided that he simply does not deserve the privilege of worshiping my feet. Just - like - that. The thing is that running around with high heels and rubber stockings for multiple hours and engaging in physically exhausting activities like kicking, whipping and trampling gets my feet really, really, authentically tired, sweaty and smelly. And I mean that kind of moist and stinky you normally only get from clubbing for hours or a day of traveling. De...

By mere coincidence I had a long rubber session with a client of mine today. Yet this loser did not perform the way I expected him to. Thus, I decided that he simply does not deserve the privilege of worshiping my feet. Just - like - that. The thing is that running around with high heels and rubber stockings for multiple hours and engaging in physically exhausting activities like kicking, whipping and trampling gets my feet really, really, authentically tired, sweaty and smelly. And I mean that kind of moist and stinky you normally only get from clubbing for hours or a day of traveling. Definitely not sweaty in the sense of your self-declared fake twitter money mistress telling you what you want to hear. Now since my feet are really tired as well and I also know exactly what you freaks like, I gave slave boy the order to come around so we could shoot. After slowly removing one of my rubber stockings, where all the sweat has accumulated around my toes, I encase slave boy’s head in a rubber hood, which is perfectly suited for trapping all of that stink and moistness right above his nose. While taking deep whiffs, he moans as if he was in heaven. Of course he does, my body odor is perfect, the best feminine divine smell you could ever imagine. Surely, the clip should be proof enough. Slave boy is rock hard all the time and hell, I only realized afterwards that he did have a small ruined orgasm towards the end of the clip. But I mean, everyone would have, right? - Jolie Berrie