Emily is swinging on a house swing, her feet are resting on the back of the slave iren - silent and submissive. the order sounds harsh: "relax my feet." the slave immediately gets down to business, her tongue sliding over the wrinkled soles, leaving shiny traces of saliva. emily watches from above, playfully wiggling her toes: "slobbery critter... better!". irene swallows her thumbs deeper, licking the folds of her skin as her cheeks stretch over her feet. "stay down!" orders emily. iren obeys, sprawled on her back under the swing - now she is not a slave, but a dirty mat for bare feet. emily rubs her feet against the whore's face, rubs her cheeks and nose with wrinkled feet. "your saliva is soap," the goddess laughs, wiping her toes on iren's tongue. emily wipes the last crease of her foot on the corner of the slave's mouth. "now my feet are in ecstasy," emily says blissfully, and irene realizes that it's time to leave.
