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Foot Scent Worship - You know how obsessed I am with the way..

Foot Scent Worship - You know how obsessed I am with the way my feet smell after a long day… and in this clip, I’m not holding back. I stretch out, toes wiggling, flexing my soft soles right in front of you, and bury my face in them—taking slow, deep breaths like I can’t get enough. And the truth is… I can’t get enough. The warmth, the softness, that rich, personal scent—mmm, it drives me wild.

I know you’re watching, wishing you could be here, inhaling every bit of it right alongside me. Watching me enjoy my own foot scent, moaning softly, teasing you with every sniff… it’s intimate, flirty, and just a little filthy in the best way. Don’t you wish you were the one with your face pressed into my soles right now? Go ahead… imagine it. This moment is just for us.

Office Foot Bitch - You really thought you were about to get..

Office Foot Bitch - You really thought you were about to get that promotion, didn’t you? After all your hard work, all those late nights—you were so sure this was your moment. But then your boss, Maleka, calls you in… and lets you down hard. Sorry, babe—someone else got the job. And that’s when I walk in, strutting in my heels, smirking like I already own the place. Guess who’s the new boss around here? Me.

You should’ve heard the way we laughed about you in the breakroom. The rumors have been going around for weeks about your little foot fetish—and now? We get to use that against you. Maleka and I team up, getting bratty, teasing you, rubbing it in your face that you’ll never be anything more than our office foot bitch. While I show off my soft soles and Maleka dangles her heels, we humiliate you, taunt you, and make you do exactly what you were always meant for: worshipping our feet while we run the office. Pathetic, isn’t it? But deep down… you love every second of it.

Reverse Footjob - You’ve never seen me like this before, hav..

Reverse Footjob - You’ve never seen me like this before, have you? Straddling you in reverse… giving you the perfect view of my curves while I wrap my soft, pretty feet around your cock. It’s slow, sensual, intimate—just you, me, and the way my soles glide up and down your length like they were made for this. Every movement is deliberate… teasing… letting you soak in the sight of my body while I completely take over your pleasure with just my feet.

I want you to imagine how good it feels—the way my arches flex just right, the soft pads of my toes curling around your tip as I work you closer and closer to the edge. And from this angle? You’re getting the best view in the house. Just relax for me. Let it build. Let yourself get lost in it. I want you to enjoy every second of this… and when you finally let go, it’s going to feel so good. Just for me.

Who’s making me part of their plans this weekend? 😜

Who’s making me part of their plans this weekend? 😜

Step-Mommy’s Dirty Feet - Caught you, didn’t I? Thought you ..

Step-Mommy’s Dirty Feet - Caught you, didn’t I? Thought you could sneak around and spy on me without getting noticed? Pathetic. Since you’re already down there at my feet, you might as well make yourself useful. Look at these soles — filthy, used, perfectly beneath you. And now? You’re going to worship them like the desperate little loser you are.

It’s honestly embarrassing how eager you are for my dirty feet. I’ve been walking around all day, picking up dirt and filth — and now you get the privilege of cleaning them for me. Tongue out. Face down. You’ll never be good enough for anything more… but this? This suits you. Serving. Cleaning. Being beneath me where you belong.

Go on — show me how much you love it.

Barefoot Tied Up And Tickled - I’m completely at her mercy… ..

Barefoot Tied Up And Tickled - I’m completely at her mercy… barefoot, ankles tied up, nowhere to go. Maleka’s got me exactly where she wants me, and she’s relentless. Her nails, her fingers — teasing, scratching, tickling my helpless, bare feet while I squirm and struggle. But there’s no escape. No mercy. Just nonstop torment while she laughs at how helpless I am.

The more I wiggle, the worse she gets — digging into my soles, playing with my toes, making sure I’m giggling, whining, begging for a break that’s never coming. I’m totally vulnerable, completely hers, bound and barefoot with nothing left but to take it.

Can you handle watching me suffer like this? Or are you already obsessed with the sight of my tied-up, ticklish feet? Either way — enjoy the show.

Load After Load After Load - It’s almost laughable how pathe..

Load After Load After Load - It’s almost laughable how pathetic you are. You’ll never be a real man — not when you’re down on your knees in front of me, being used exactly how you deserve. And today? I’ve got something special for you. Not just one… not two… but three full loads from real men. Three heavy, dripping condoms — filled by alphas — the kind of men you’ll never be. And now? You get the honor of cleaning up after them.

One by one, I empty them out — creamy, sticky, superior. Each mess landing right at your feet, reminding you of exactly what you’ll never be. You don’t get to breed. You don’t get to fuck. You clean. That’s your place — on the floor, licking up the aftermath of real men while I laugh in your pathetic, desperate face.

By the time you finish? You’ll know exactly how beneath me you really are. Go ahead, loser — lick it up. All of it. Load after load after load.

Eat It Off My Pregnant Belly - You really thought you were b..

Eat It Off My Pregnant Belly - You really thought you were born to breed? Please. Men like you don’t deserve to pass on their weak, inferior genes. Look at me — glowing, swollen, pregnant with the seed of a real man. An alpha. His cum made this belly round, full, powerful… while you sit there, useless, aching, pathetic. And you know what’s fitting? You — on your knees — licking his cum off my belly. That’s your place in this world. You’ll never get to experience the kind of dominance that flows through my veins now. You don’t make life — you clean up after it.

Can you feel that sting? Knowing that this belly is proof of what you’ll never have — proof of your complete, utter inferiority. Every lick just reminds you how beneath me you really are. While I sit here, superior, smug, glowing in my perfect, pregnant, breeder body… you’re reduced to a desperate, needy little cum cleaner. That’s all you’ll ever be good for.

Now get to work, loser — and don’t miss a drop.

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Cheerleader Footjob - You’ve got a little secret, don’t you?..

Cheerleader Footjob - You’ve got a little secret, don’t you? Rumor has it you’ve got a thing for feet—and honestly? I think that’s so hot. That’s exactly why I invited you over. I couldn’t stop thinking about how good it would feel to use my soft, perfect feet to get you off.

As soon as you show up, I’m already teasing you. Rubbing my soles over you, curling my toes just right, stroking you in slow, teasing motions that make you throb. I switch it up—different angles, different rhythms—just watching how desperate you get for release.

And when you finally explode? You make a mess all over my feet… and you better believe I admire every second of it.

Succumbing To My Gluttony - I’m already stuffed—my belly rou..

Succumbing To My Gluttony - I’m already stuffed—my belly round, bloated, and aching from how much I’ve eaten—but I just can’t help myself. The way it feels… the way it looks… I’m addicted. Even though I know I should stop, I don’t. I won’t. I give in completely, succumbing to my gluttony, needing to feel myself stretch even more.

I come back for seconds, piling more and more on, greedily shoving in bite after tiny bite. With every swallow, I can feel my stomach swelling, filling tighter, rounder… heavier. I rub my belly as it grows, feeling the pressure build, the weight of my own indulgence making me breathless—but it’s so satisfying.

It’s like I’m growing right before your eyes, getting bigger and bigger, all because I just can’t stop stuffing myself full. I love how obscene I look—how greedy I am—how I just keep going until I’m absolutely bursting.

By the end, I’m stretched to the limit, completely full, completely satisfied… and already thinking about how good thirds would feel.

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✨CUSTOMS ARE OPEN✨

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You Prefer My Dirty Feet - God, you’re such a disgusting lit..

You Prefer My Dirty Feet - God, you’re such a disgusting little freak. Out of all the things you could obsess over… you chose my dirty feet. And honestly? I’m not even surprised. Look at you. What else could a pathetic little shrimp like you even hope for? You’re not a real man—you’d never be able to satisfy a woman like me anyway. That’s why you’d rather bury your face in the filth stuck between my toes instead of trying to please your girlfriend. Because deep down… you know you’re not enough.

Who picks dirty, sweaty feet over a real woman? You do. And it makes so much sense, doesn’t it? Filthy feet for a filthy, tiny little loser. You were made for this. You get hard for dirt, sweat, and toe lint, because it’s the only thing in this world that’ll let you pretend you have a purpose. Stroking that embarrassing little thing while I shove my soles in your face… god, it’s almost adorable how desperate you are.

Go ahead. Stroke to the dirt on my feet. Stroke to the humiliation of knowing your cock is way too small to ever deserve me. This is the closest you’ll ever get to being used by a superior woman—and you love it. You’ll always prefer my dirty feet to everything else… because you’re just a worthless, tiny d*ck foot freak.

And I’m going to ruin you with that truth every single time.

Boyfriend Turned Sissy - Well… this is awkward, isn’t it? I’..

Boyfriend Turned Sissy - Well… this is awkward, isn’t it? I’ve been thinking about it for a while now, and honestly? I’m done pretending you’re boyfriend material. You’re not. You never were. But don’t worry—I’m not breaking up with you completely. Not exactly. This isn’t goodbye… it’s just a promotion… to something way more fitting for a little loser like you.

You’re not my boyfriend anymore—you’re my sissy. My pathetic little plaything to dress up, humiliate, and parade around however I want. That’s all you’re good for. I don’t need a man—I need a toy. And you? You were never going to be the man I needed, but you’ll make the perfect pathetic little sissy slut for me. Cute, right?

From now on, it’s skirts, panties, makeup… whatever I decide looks best on you. You’ll wear what I say. Act how I say. You’re mine now—not as my partner, but as my dressed-up, humiliated little thing to show off. And you love it, don’t you? You need this. You were made to be owned by a brat like me. And while real men are busy fucking me, you’ll be here in your cute little outfit, licking my heels and begging for attention like the desperate, broken thing you’ve always been.

This isn’t goodbye. This is exactly where you belong.

Taste Test - I’ve got something special for you today… somet..

Taste Test - I’ve got something special for you today… something to really remind you of your place beneath me. See this condom? Yeah. It’s full. Stuffed with the load of a real man. Not some pathetic dribble like you’d make. No—this one came from an alpha. The kind of man who could actually satisfy me. And guess what? I decided to share it with you… because you’re such a desperate little loser, you’d beg for a chance to taste it, wouldn’t you? Pathetic.

I’m going to pour every thick, sticky drop of his cum all over my perfect feet. Dripping between my toes, coating my soft soles, making them so messy. And you? You’re going to lick it clean. Every inch. Every drop. With that worthless little mouth of yours. You don’t deserve to even breathe near my feet, but I’ll let you do this… because it humiliates you. Because I love watching you degrade yourself for me.

While you’re down there, gagging on his superior load, just remember: this is what a real man tastes like. Thicker. Stronger. Better. In every way. And here you are… on your knees for me like the pathetic, foot-obsessed cuck you are. My good little cleanup toy. You’ll never be him—but you’ll always be mine.

Double The Stink - What a day. Maleka and I have been out sh..

Double The Stink - What a day. Maleka and I have been out shopping all day—hours of walking around, sweating, making sure our feet got extra filthy just for you. And what were we wearing? Our old, beat-up Converse. No socks, of course. Bare feet inside the whole time, soaking up sweat, getting hotter, stickier, stinkier with every single step we took. And now? We’re finally home, kicking them off—and the smell is intense. Hot, humid, absolutely reeking of superiority. Exactly what you’ve been craving, you disgusting little foot freak.

We stretch out and shove our filthy soles right in your face. Wrinkled, damp, toes spread wide, little bits of lint and dirt stuck all over. It’s gross. And you love it. You’re so weak for our dirty, sweaty feet that you don’t even care how nasty they are—you just need them. And we’re going to make you prove it. Start licking, loser. Every inch. Between the toes, under the arches—clean them. And don’t even think about touching yourself yet. That’s not your choice. That’s ours.

You’re going to stroke when we tell you to. Slow, desperate, aching while you lap up the taste of two superior, sweaty goddesses. Your one job? Worship harder. Savor every single drop of that dirty foot sweat like it’s your favorite thing in the world—because it is.

Dirty, sweaty, used Converse. No socks. Just pure pleasure, and humiliation… And two bratty girls who know they own you, of course.

We love turning you into a mess.

Who likes Crocs??

Who likes Crocs??

You have 10 min with my feet, wyd? 😜

You have 10 min with my feet, wyd? 😜

Foot-Therapy Pt 2 - Welcome back. In our first session, you ..

Foot-Therapy Pt 2 - Welcome back. In our first session, you opened up to me—bravely admitting your deepest desire, your fixation on feet. You allowed yourself to feel it, to follow my voice, to surrender to the fantasy. But now… it’s time to go further.

This session is different. Today, I don’t just guide you—I touch you. You’ve done the work. You’ve earned the reward. No more hesitation, no more holding back. I use my feet to give you exactly what you’ve been craving—intimately, deliberately, and without judgment. Every stroke, every squeeze of my arches around you is a reminder: this isn’t shameful… it’s who you are.

You’re allowed to want this. You’re allowed to enjoy it. And here, in this private, accepting space, you’re allowed to finish.

Let go, completely. I’ll be right here the whole time… watching, encouraging, making sure your release feels like freedom.

A Little Self Tickling - Sometimes, I get into these silly l..

A Little Self Tickling - Sometimes, I get into these silly little moods where I just have to laugh… and today, that meant tickling my own feet until I was in full-blown giggle mode. In this clip, it’s just me, my super sensitive soles, and my fingers doing the teasing. I sit back and let my hands wander, lightly dragging across my arches and toes, and the second I start, I can’t stop laughing. You’ll hear every squeal, snort, and uncontrollable giggle as I squirm under my own touch.

There’s not a ton of talking in this one—I’m too busy trying to catch my breath between fits of laughter—but the playful energy is everywhere. Watching me struggle to keep it together while I tickle myself is just plain adorable… and a little ridiculous, in the best way.

Think you’d be able to do a better job than I did? Or would you just get distracted watching me fall apart from my own fingers? Either way, you’re in for a giggly, flirty treat. 

Finally back home from my collab with myprettyfeet8 🩷 can’t ..

Finally back home from my collab with myprettyfeet8 🩷 can’t wait for yall to see our clips 😜

Snacking On The Bad Guys - Who needs a justice system when I..

Snacking On The Bad Guys - Who needs a justice system when I’m around? Courtrooms are boring, handcuffs are a joke, and prisons? Please. They always end up escaping anyway. That’s why I’ve decided to take justice into my own hands—literally. I don’t arrest villains anymore… I eat them.

That’s right. I’m not just a superhero—I’m AM justice. And bad guys? They’re nothing more than snacks to me now. I hunt them down, shrink them to a perfectly pathetic size, and pop them right into my mouth. One by one. No speeches. No mercy. Just punishment you can hear gurgling in my belly.

You should see the look on their tiny faces when they realize what’s about to happen… when they see my lips part, and my tongue curl around them like they’re nothing more than a salty little treat. All that fake bravado, all those world domination plans—gone the second they’re sliding down my throat. Digesting slowly in my stomach where they belong.

You thought you were tough? You thought you could take over the world? Cute. Now you’re nothing but fuel for me. And I feel stronger with every gulp. My belly gets rounder, warmer, fuller… and your legacy? Completely erased. No one’s going to remember your name, villain. You’re just going to be part of me now.

So go ahead. Keep misbehaving. Keep trying to play the big bad. Just remember—I’m always watching. And the next time I catch you? You’ll end up right where you belong: in my belly. Snacking on the bad guys is just so much more efficient.

Fuck You Pay Me And Fuck Off - Let me make something crystal..

Fuck You Pay Me And Fuck Off - Let me make something crystal clear—you’re not here to be liked. You’re not here for attention. You’re here to pay me. That’s it. That’s all you’re good for. You know it. I know it. And I don’t need to say much more than the only thing that actually matters: fuck you, pay me.

That’s all you get. Over and over. Over and over. I say it with a smirk, with a sneer, with a roll of my eyes—because you don’t deserve anything else. No softness. No sweetness. Just a verbal slap every time you even think about being anything other than my wallet.

I mock you relentlessly… tearing you down with every look, every word. You’re pathetic. You’re not a man. You’re a paypig. A walking, whining, useless little ATM who only has value when he’s sending. And if you’re not sending? Then what the hell are you still doing here? You really think I want your attention? Your desperation? Please. You wish I saw you as anything more than a transaction.

This isn’t a game. It’s not a fantasy. It’s your reality: you exist to give. You exist to be drained. And if you don’t open your wallet the second I demand it, then you’re completely worthless to me. So get it through your stupid little brain: fuck you, pay me… and fuck off.