As they sat on their couch, Priestess Poison felt the weight of the world lift from their shoulders. Their favorite sub was where they belonged, at their feet, topless. With little instruction he knew to get to work, rhythmically gliding his hands up and down the soles of their Priestess's feet, their toes curling and unfurling in a symphony of relaxation.

The warm, silky oil enveloped their feet, caressing every nook and cranny. You don't become Priestess Poison's favorite sub by being unskilled at your assigned tasks. They sigh and moan softly, contentedly, as the press... Show more