Lesbische meesteres spelen met meisjesvoeten slaaf

I forgot to book an appointment.

So long. I went shopping instead.

My sugar daddy met up with me and gave me mine.

Hands behind your back, Lola.

Don't roll your eyes at me.

I'm so sore.

Sore from what?

I'm sore.

Objects don't get sore and they don't eat food.

They just sit.

Stop your complaining.

Come here.

Stop your crying.

No.

Come here.

Let go.

Look at my feet when you do it.

Stop acting like you don't want to clean my feet.

You know you want to make me happy, don't you?

Suck em! There you go.

I don't want to disappoint princess after she didn't even get a pottiture deal.

Ow! No! I'm rolling my eyes!

I feel bad too sometimes.

I just want you to know your place.

You're nothing better than an object like the rest of this stuff in my closet.

And that's how we're going to treat you.

And you love me anyways, don't you?

Yes, I do.

Be a good little bitch and get my feet clean.

They're so sweaty.

Can you taste it?

Okay, fine.

My feet were so sore from walking around the mall.

Clean them like you want to, Lola.

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