After years of planning, watch as I eagerly worship Sick Sadist's feet - and take on more than I can handle! Sick Sadist shoves my head down straight away, making me kiss his bare feet before spitting on my face and using the saliva to slap me nice and hard. I try to keep up as he gets rougher and rougher - using his feet to restrict my breathing, using a foot to slap me, and manhandling me to his heart's content. In between gasps and shrieks I whimper my thanks, then gag and retch as he pushes his feet as far as he can down my throat! My makeup smears, I'm covered in spit (from both of us), and I'm still desperate for more! Sick Sadist controls each and every aspect of how I worship his feet, tossing me around and making sure I open my mouth wide and try not to fight. I inhale the smell of his feet, use my split tongue to lick between his toes, then I'm flung to the floor. He presses his feet in my face, making it harder and harder for me to breathe and making my nude body flail as I try not to fight. When he finally allows me to gasp for air, my open mouth is promptly met with spit and a new method of being at the mercy of his soles. The Sadist soon decides even this isn't enough, and grabs a leather tawse - smacking my ass again and again until it soon matches the color of my red silk thong. I continue to thank him for the rough treatment but he soon becomes bored - shoving me to the side, and leaving me to scramble back to my knees eager for more!
