Susan went to the couch, and behind her, the pathetic bitch ivy, crawls on her knees - everything is in its place. susan told her to lick every piece of parquet under her feet, and this whore obeyed the order like a trained pet. each step susan took became a new target for her: her tongue slid across the floor, licking the dust, and her saliva smeared into the cracks. if the mistress stopped, the slave immediately bit into her toes with her lips, as if they were precious stones. sitting on the sofa, susan ordered a chair to be brought for her beautiful feet. the whore immediately crawled out behind the furniture — what does she care about her own comfort? now susan demanded foot worship "at the queen's level." ivy began with kisses: her slobbery tongue licked every millimeter of the sole, sucked her toes as if it were the last piece of food. she licked them until they shone — even dirt and sweat became an aphrodisiac for her. the whore just grunted with zeal, trying to reach every fold of the skin. her face turned into a rag for shoes, the perfect pad for susan's feet.
