Lomi Faith and I have been on the road for hours, our boots covered in sweat and dirt from our journey. Our little helper, Candy, is now tasked with the duty of attending to our tired feet. She begins by inhaling the musky scent of our worn-out boots, her nose taking in the unique blend of leather and sweat.
Next, she moves on to our salty feet, her tongue darting out to taste the mixture of sweat and grime. Candy licks our feet clean, her attention to detail impeccable.
I can’t help but wonder, just how many toes can this little slave fit into her mouth at once? As if reading my mind, she opens her mouth wide and takes in as many toes as she can, sucking and slurping with enthusiasm.
It’s a good thing Candy’s manhood is caged, otherwise, it might be tempted to interfere with the task at hand. Nonetheless, she seems to be enjoying herself, her pleasure clear as she savors the taste of our feet and toes.