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Dein gesicht mit Sabber bedeckt, die nase voll mit ihren füßen, lehrerin Reira streichelt dich mit getragener strumpfhose, bis du zum Gestank kommst
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Veröff.: 20.12.2025 • Verstecken
“Breathe it in.” I’m not getting air— but did I want any? “Take my stink. Good boy.” I’m her good boy. Her face. Her feet. Her smell. All over me. Marking me. You saw her toes twitch inside her heels. Longing to be free. Pantyhose clinging like skin. You couldn’t stop staring. She peels them off slow. Sticky. Darkened. Damp. The smell hits—warm, sharp. You flinch but stay. Toes on your cheeks. The ball of her foot sliding up your nose. You breathe because you need to. Her nails are sweaty, filthy. She shoves her toes deeper into your face. You gag. She giggles. You’re leaking already. Her spit drops—onto the dildo, her foot, your lips. She strokes you bare hand… then spit-soaked pantyhose. Her drool-covered toes press to your mouth as she keeps pumping you. You’re pathetic. Sniffing like a stray pet at the first sight of toe on glass. Leaking at crusty hose. Wanting punishment that only makes you weaker. Pathetic. Still need me to say it again? Pathetic.
