Raquel Roper - Blue Toes Leave You With Blue Balls

I know it's been awhile since I've let you out of your cage, the mere feeling of my toes running along the crotch of your pants making you squirm in it's confines. Perhaps I have a bit of a "soft spot" for you in particular out of my servants, I mean I guess you are my "boyfriend" or whatever; at least it's what I allow the vanilla people we mingle with to think. I know how much you can't get enough of my feet, I always see your eyes gazing upon my bright blue polished toes in [particular. I see it in your eyes, your inner desire which you'd never dare allow to spill from your lips; how deeply you crave to feel my soles, these very toes gripping along your shaft. However we both know only in your wildest dreams will that ever happen, this is the closet you're ever going to get to it, my soles rubbing and pressing into your denim jeans, friction flowing through your cock in your steel prison. You groan in sweet, sexual frustration as I taunt you with my scrunches, spreads, wrinkles, the verbal sensual sadism that leaves my mouth making the physical torment I'm inflicting down below all the more stimulating. By the time I'm through with you, your balls will be as blue as my shining toes.