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KINKY CARISSA BECOMES THE OBJECT OF FOOT WORSHIP

INTO FOOT FETISH? CHECK OUT NORTH WEST ESCORT CARISSA!

When mature North West escort Carissa came into our offices she told us a tale we couldn’t wait to share with you guys. Kinky queen Carissa tried on a new pair of boots for size, and ended up with a very satisfied fan...

“You can start by licking my boots,” she purred as she presented one foot to me.  Her red lips curled into a smile.

“Yes Carissa,” I whispered.

I took her ankle in my hands, softly gripping the sequinned boot; a thigh high sparkling silver beauty with a five-inch high stiletto heel and cut out toe revealing red painted toenails.  I caressed the smooth scales as I looked up at her. I was kneeling before her, my heart beating fast, worshipping her beauty, powerless to resist her command.

She wore a tiny black dress cut high above her knee, and as I knelt I could just see far enough beneath the hem to glimpse the plump gusset of her silk thong pulled tight between her firm thighs.  Her skin-tight dress revealed a shapely body, and the silhouette of her large, perfect breasts, plumped out even further by a padded silk bra.

My groin swelled as I looked up at her, my manhood jutting up painfully against my belly under my pants as I crouched at her feet.

“Don’t make me wait,” she breathed huskily in that hot Mediterranean accent as she drummed her long fingernails rhythmically against her golden skin, her hands resting at the flare of waist and hip.

I dipped forward and planted a kiss against the inside of her boot just above her slim ankle, my dry lips slightly parted.  She slid her foot forward between my knees towards my stiffness as I caressed her boot with my shaking hands, aching to lick this glittering object of wonder, breathing in the wonderful scent of boot and warm foot.

“There’s a good boy!” she praised warmly.

I flicked my tongue back and forth over the rough and smooth surface of the sequins, wetting the stiff, scaly fabric, tasting it. I licked up and down the boot from painted toe to folded Musketeer top, and then back down again as she looked on with pleasure.  I licked the front of her boot, over the toe-cleavage where her aromatic foot snuggled underneath, and gently kissed the sharp heel.

She rocked her weight back and forth, pushing my forehead back gently with the sole of one foot, making me scrabble back so that my face could again be close to her feet, desperate to please her. She laughed softly as she watched me struggle.

I grasped at the long stiletto heel to hold her, and she lifted it slightly and then brought it down just hard enough to trap my palm when my hand slid beneath it.  I cried out with the thrill and threw my head back as the sharp pain flooded through me.

“Hmmm... Does ‘zat feel good?” she murmured as I writhed beneath her and she turned her heel from side to side to grind gently at my palm.

“Yes Carissa,” I groaned and I clenched my teeth trying not to cry out again, almost weeping with the pleasure of it.

“Then show me,” she commanded.

Carissa lifted her foot and I pulled my hand away reluctantly. She smiled teasingly as she pushed me onto my back on the cold floor, resting the toe of her boot on my groin, and running it up and down my swollen length, teasing it with the sole and the tip of the heel.  I moaned with pleasure.

I knew I wouldn’t last long.  It was too much me to take; too thrilling, humiliating and arousing.  The toe of her boot was probing the zipped crotch of my pants and the encrusted fabric was grinding and teasing me so that I was utterly consumed by the sensation.

I could feel the pulse within, the rush of blood, my groin twitching and contracting hard as if it would explode.  Each touch was a perfect forced pleasure, and I knew I would succumb and disgrace myself.

“Do ‘eet.” she purred, laughing cruelly.

I could take no more.

I fell forward, clinging to her shapely leg, flinging my head back and closing my eyes, crying out loudly and shuddering as I held her.

VIP North West escort Carissa and her sequinned boots are available for outcall bookings in Manchester and across the North West. Cheshire companion Carissa is an extremely popular mature escort in Manchester and her elite escorting services are always in demand at our Manchester escort agency, so all clients are advised to book early if they don’t want to be disappointed.

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