It’s been a long week for Iluvshauna, and she deserves to be pampered. She had something specific in mind—using me as her personal footstool. Her sweaty soles pressed into my face, demanding every lick and kiss as I massaged her sore feet, worshipping every inch of their stinky perfection. She made sure I didn’t miss a spot. But the real reward? She wrapped me in her thick thighs, sitting on my face until I was breathless and begging. She owns my air, my mouth, and my devotion. Just when I thought it was over, she laid back and slapped me around with her feet—reminding me exactly who’s in charge—before sitting on my face one last time and making me beg for more!