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I want you to Worship My Stocking Covered Legs. There is just something exciting about having a man on his knees, waiting for permission, his eyes locked on my long, luscious legs. I give permission, but the orders are clear. “Start at the bottom. Use your mouth only”.

With your hands on the floor, you’ll bow down low, pressing your lips at the top of my black stiletto heels.

“More,” I’ll whisper softly, eyes locked on you, mesmerized as I see you debase yourself, bow, obey, while you lick my heels. Juices leak out of my pussy, the scent filling the air. I hear you sniff, inhaling my pleasure, driving you to surrender more to your task.  Your mouth will open as your tongue bathes the leather like you are trying to devour it. You dick bobs, the head brushing against the carpet. You moan like the depraved little slut you are, subject to all my whims.

Worship My Stocking Covered Legs

“Up,” I’ll command, and you’ll know what it means. It means I want you to start working your way upwards. This excites you more. I can see as you wriggle your kneeling, bowed body. This is what you want. This is what you crave. You can now use your hands along with your mouth.

Your hands will slide up the stocking-covered calves, your mouth slowly, leisurely dragging across me. The taste of the stocking mingles with the taste of my skin. The warmth of my body rises as you please me, not missing a spot.

My hands will capture your head, holding you to me, not tightly, but enough to help guide you where I want you. It slows you down and I whimper. You want your reward that comes from climbing up. My swollen, glistening pussy lips are so close, so hungry for your touch. You know it, we both do. But still, I keep you moving at my pace. You’ll have to work for it, show me you really want it. Show me your obedience to my pleasure.