Princess Melody: You’re now my footrest while I get ready for the club.
In a luxurious bathroom, the red-haired Mistress Melody sat casually on the edge of the bathtub. Her long, fiery hair cascaded in soft waves over her shoulders as she gazed at herself in the mirror, savoring her makeup routine. The black, fragrant socks encased her feet, making the sight even more alluring.
Her slave lay on the floor, perfectly positioned as a living footrest. Mistress Melody had made herself comfortable, pressing her large feet hard and mercilessly against his face. After all, she had to look her best for the evening with her friends! “Clean up here when I’m out partying,” she commanded in a nonchalant tone, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
The slave nodded hastily, unsure whether to be pleased or displeased with his role. But for Melody, all that mattered was that everything went according to her plan. As she took one last look in the mirror, she added with a mischievous smile, “When I come back tonight, you’ll clean my feet, okay?!”
The foot slave suffers under the pressure of her feet and the aroma of her warm, musty socks, but he doesn’t dare object, fearing she might otherwise enter him.
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