Jolie Berrie – Sweaty Travel Socks and Armpits Lead To Cum Explosion – part I

This is part I of II.
Up at 4am. 4 hours in the car. A brutal latex shoot in Leipzig. No time to shower. Straight into the city to explore the old streets, sweaty and sticky in my white ankle socks and black leggings. I even passed by the Auerbachkeller — no wonder the devil inside me came out. By 11pm I return to the hotel—fully marinated. Can you even imagine how vile those all-day travel socks smell now? Slave Boy could. And he got way too excited the moment I stepped in. Took off my shoes and—boom—he’s already hard. What a pathetic little stinker sniffer. I tied him up so tight he’s more fixated than Faust trying to decode the secrets of the universe. And still he’s only focused on my socks. Typical. His cock twitching, trapped and helpless. His face stuffed between my sticky armpit and my vinegary socks. Then the teasing begins: ultra slow, just one fingertip tracing across his twitching cock… for minutes. No rhythm. No release. Just cruel control. His whole body pulses. His cock leaks. His breath stutters under the filth of my body. Somewhere between vinegar socks and armpit hell, he must’ve made a pact with the devil himself — because that orgasm looked like a soul getting ripped from his body. And he looked like a poodle afterwards hahaha. Bin ich der Geist, der stets verneint? – Jolie Berrie (German language)

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