He just can’t help himself—my filthy little foot pervert strikes again. This time, he sneaks into the room and steals a pair of my shoes like a true addict, hiding behind the bedroom wall as I start to notice something’s missing. Before I can react, he’s behind me—one strong hand over my mouth, dragging me to the bed. I’m stripped, gagged with an O-ring, and spread wide open—wrists and ankles bound tight, legs helplessly splayed. The drool begins to drip as he teases me mercilessly with my wand, watching me fall apart under his control until I cum hard, body shaking against the ropes. Then he hogties me, leaving me completely at his mercy. He presses himself into the back of my throat, groaning as I gag and drool around him, helpless and dripping. From behind, he takes exactly what he wants—filling me while I moan through the gag. But he’s not done. He kneels between my tied feet, spits on them, worships them, and sucks every toe like he owns them. He finishes with a filthy finale—exploding all over my feet as the cum slowly drips into my open, waiting mouth through the gag. It’s raw. It’s messy. It’s full control, just how we like it.