Foot Collector Hali has her next victim almost already checked off her list. She notices a soccer step-mom, Candi, piling her trunk with groceries, on her way to pick up her from school. Immediately, Hali asks her for help finding her missing dog and leans in close to her to show her some pics. Suddenly, she tazors her until she falls in her arms and immediately stuffs her in her car to take her back to her foot lair. Once Candi is into her living room and wrapped up tightly in the famous brown blanket with only her shoes exposed, Hali smugly remarks that she has had all kinds of different...

Foot Collector Hali has her next victim almost already checked off her list. She notices a soccer step-mom, Candi, piling her trunk with groceries, on her way to pick up her from school. Immediately, Hali asks her for help finding her missing dog and leans in close to her to show her some pics. Suddenly, she tazors her until she falls in her arms and immediately stuffs her in her car to take her back to her foot lair. Once Candi is into her living room and wrapped up tightly in the famous brown blanket with only her shoes exposed, Hali smugly remarks that she has had all kinds of different foot bitches but never a soccer step-mom. After removing and sniffing her sweaty black flats, Hali goes tot own on her stinky soiled bare soles and toes. She straddles Candi, getting all of wrinkles good and drenched in her hot wet spit, and then wedges he tongue between all the spaces of her toes. As always, her victim wakes up but is soon put back to rest so Hali can finish her worship session. After taking several pics for her pleasure, the foot collector goes back to sliding her wet tongue up and down her soles, never missing an inch. She sucks like a vacuum on all her toes until she can't take it any longer. Rubbing herself all the way to the bathroom while her victim is left laying on the floor, covered up and feet drying off from all the saliva that covers them.