Goddess Gaby's feet were a sight to behold. They glistened with an oily sheen, each toe perfectly polished and gleaming under the dim light. The scent of her feet, sweetened by the oil, wafted through the air, causing her devotee's heart to race. He was captivated by her every move, his gaze fixed on those feet that had become his only source of pleasure.
It had been years since he first laid eyes on Goddess Gaby's feet. Back then, he couldn't believe that he would become so consumed by them, that they would be the only thing he thought about day and night. But as the months turned into years, his obsession only grew stronger.
Now, here he was, on his knees in front of her, his eyes never leaving those perfect toes. He watched as she slowly rubbed her feet together, making the oil glide over her skin, leaving a shimmering trail behind. His mouth watered at the thought of tasting that sweet scent, of feeling those soft soles against his tongue.
Without warning, Goddess Gaby leaned forward, pressing her toes against his forehead. "Worship my feet, you pathetic little worm," she purred. "You're so obsessed with them, and you know it drives me wild. I can see it in your eyes. You want this, don't you?"
He couldn't answer. He could only nod frantically, his heart pounding in his chest.
"Good," she said, her voice dangerously low. "Because today, I'm feeling generous. I'm going to let you cum on my soft soles, but only if you follow my every command."
He nodded again, his eyes never leaving her feet. He couldn't believe his luck. She was going to let him cum on her feet! It was more than he could have hoped for.
Goddess Gaby pulled back slightly, giving him a better view of her oily, glistening toes. "Suck on my big toe," she commanded. "Show me how much you crave my feet."
He did as he was told, his tongue flicking out to trace the outline of her big toe. It was already wet with saliva, and he could taste the sweet, musky scent of her feet.
"That's it," she murmured, her voice a low, hypnotic hum. "Now lick the oil from between my toes."
He nodded, licking the oil from the soft skin between her toes. It was the most intense sensation he had ever felt, and he couldn't get enough of it.
"Good boy," she purred, her toes curling against his tongue. "You're such a dedicated slave to my feet. And you know what that means, don't you?"
He shook his head, unable to speak.
"It means that today, you're going to cum on my feet," she said, her voice a low, sultry whisper. "And you're going to enjoy every single second of it."
With that, she slowly began to rub her feet against his face, the oil and heat causing him to shudder with pleasure. He could feel the edge approaching, the build-up of tension in his groin telling him that he was close.
"Fifteen," she said, her voice calm and measured. "You have fifteen seconds to cum on my feet."
He nodded, his eyes closed in ecstasy as he felt the first waves of pleasure washing over him. And then, without warning, he exploded, his cum landing in thick, sticky puddles on Goddess Gaby's oily feet.
She let out a soft moan of pleasure, her toes curling even more against his tongue. "Good boy," she murmured, her voice full of satisfaction. "You did well. Now clean up my feet."
He nodded, knowing that there would be no rest for him. Not until every last drop of cum had been licked from her feet. But for now, he was content. He had finally reached the pinnacle of his obsession, and it had been worth every moment.
