Sole Whipped- Ebony Femdom Goddess Rosie Reed Mesmerizing Princess Soles Foot Worship Addiction Training
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You're utterly and completely addicted to my soft, divine soles, aren't you? Just like a man who's pussy whipped, you're soul whipped by the sheer perfection of my feet. My Goddess soles are your undoing, making you weak with desire and obsession. I take control of your every thought. As I grace you with the presence of my feet, your mind is filled with an array of erotic fantasies, each one more mesmerizing than the last. My soles are not just a fetish—they are your everything. Without the touch of my soles, there's no joy, no happiness in your world. You crave the feeling of my skin against yours, the scent of my perfume lingering on my toes. My feet are the heart of your sexual desires, the very center of your existence. This isn't just jerk-off material for a mere foot slave. This is the ultimate joy, the pinnacle of your pleasure. With every caress and every command from your Goddess, you fall deeper into the blissful abyss of your addiction.
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Such perfect souls.
You are right where you belong.
Right here with my souls.
You love being here.
Don't you?
You love being so close.
Where you can just bury your face into my souls.
And inhale deeply.
Ahhhh.
Get that scent.
That goddess foot scent.
All up inside of you.
Feeling the softness of my souls.
The wrinkles.
Do anything to be under that.
It's your dream.
To live.
Exist.
Under my souls.
Worshipping them.
Every minute of your life.
Oh how lucky you would be.
You're so lucky now that
you get to enjoy my perfection on demand.
When that dick of yours gets hard
and you're craving feet.
You come running to absolute soul perfection.
The souls of your goddess.
Souls that control you.
Make you go and spin.
And get on your knees.
Worshipping them.
These souls control you.
I have you soul whipped.
In a sense.
I have you soul whipped.
You're my weakling.
I'd give anything just to sniff them.
Just to touch them.
Oh.
And how much you would lose your mind
if you had the opportunity
to lick, lick, lick
every single delicious inch of my souls.
Isn't that right, weakling?
Isn't that right?
Yes it is.
There's no joy, no happiness without my souls.
Admit it. Admit it to yourself.
My souls make you so happy.
My souls are your sex life.
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