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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.

Foot Therapy P1 - Welcome to your session. I’m your therapis..

Foot Therapy P1 - Welcome to your session. I’m your therapist… but today’s focus isn’t on your mind—it’s on your desires. You’ve been brave enough to open up about your foot obsession, and now, I want to explore it with you. No shame, no judgment—just curiosity and connection.

To better understand your unique cravings, I guide you through a sensual JOI. My voice leads you gently, encouraging you to give in to what you’ve been holding back. As you follow my instructions, I slowly tease you with my feet—letting you admire every curve, every wrinkle, every soft movement. You watch, mesmerized, as I flex my arches and wiggle my toes just for you.

This is a safe space, where your fantasies are seen, acknowledged, and brought to life with care. You’re not wrong for wanting this. And here, with me, you’re allowed to feel it all.

Your treatment has only just begun… and it feels so good, doesn’t it?

Cum For My Pregnant Belly - You’ve been thinking about this ..

Cum For My Pregnant Belly - You’ve been thinking about this all day, haven’t you? The way my body has changed… how full and round my belly looks now. You can’t take your eyes off it, and I know exactly what that does to you. So tonight, I’m going to give you what you’ve been craving.

I slip my hands under my shirt, slowly lifting it to reveal the soft, swollen curve you’re obsessed with. My skin is stretched and glowing, and I move my hands over every inch of it, letting you watch me tease myself… for you. My voice is gentle, soothing, almost like a lullaby—every word designed to pull you deeper into this moment with me. I know how much you want to touch it. To worship it. To lose yourself in it.

I talk you through every stroke, guiding you with slow, sensual encouragement. I tell you how good it feels to be admired like this, how much I love showing off for you. I press my hands into my belly, squeeze it, slide my fingers around the curve, showing you just how soft and inviting it is. I want your eyes locked on me. I want your breath shaky. I want you completely under my spell.

You’re getting closer, and I can feel it. I see the way your body tenses, the way your breathing changes. I lean in, my tone still warm, still affectionate, but now thick with need. I want you to let go. I want you to finish for me—right here, all over this belly you can’t stop dreaming about. I want to feel your obsession, your release, your surrender.

So don’t hold back. Let me hear how much you need this. Let it build. Let it take over. And when you’re ready… cum for my pregnant belly.

You Love Being Cucked - Aww, are you already getting jealous..

You Love Being Cucked - Aww, are you already getting jealous, babe? I’m just slipping into my tight little dress for girls’ night—you know, the one that shows off everything and leaves nothing to the imagination. And guess what? I won’t be the only one drooling over me tonight. I plan on getting plenty of attention from all the hot, confident guys who actually know how to handle a woman like me. I’ll be dancing, flirting, maybe even grinding up on them while you sit home like the pathetic little cuck you are, stroking to the thought of me being with real men.

You say you don’t like it, but we both know you love it. You crave every humiliating detail, don’t you? You want me to come home after a wild night, crawl into bed next to your aching body, and whisper everything I did while you were sitting here being useless. I’ll even laugh while you beg for just a taste—of the stories, not me.

You’re not my man… you’re my audience. And you’ll wait, watch, and worship while I live my best life. You love being cucked.

Good Boy Scent Training - Mmm, there you are—my loyal little..

Good Boy Scent Training - Mmm, there you are—my loyal little scent-obsessed freak, already kneeling and drooling the second I walk in the door. I just got back from the gym, all sweaty and soaked in my natural scent, and you know exactly what time it is… Good boy scent training. You’ve been waiting so patiently, haven’t you? And now, it’s time to condition that needy little brain of yours to get even weaker for me.

I press my filthy gym shoes right up to your face and make you sniff every inch like a good boy. Then come my sweaty socks, soaked through and sticky with every step I took while you were home waiting. But we’re just getting started. I shove my bare feet right in your face, and you inhale like it’s air—because let’s be real, my scent is your oxygen.

You think I’m done? Not even close. I shove your face into my sweaty ass, then lift my arms to make you breathe in my pits like a desperate, addicted little pet. You’re being trained, owned, completely broken down by my scent—and you love it.

And just when you’re at your lowest? I spit right in your open mouth. That’s it. Swallow it. Because you’re not a man anymore. You’re mine. My good boy. My scent slave.

Worship My Footprints - You don’t get to see my feet. You’re..

Worship My Footprints - You don’t get to see my feet. You’re not worthy of that. You haven’t earned the privilege of my toes, my soles, or even a single glance at the real thing. No… all you get are my footprints. Pretty little marks made in pink paint—soft, delicate, perfect—just like me. And that’s what you’ll worship.

Pathetic, isn’t it? You’re so desperate, so obsessed, so easy to control that even this is enough to break you. You stare at those footprints like they’re sacred, like you can feel my presence in them. You kneel for them. You kiss them. And I laugh, knowing you’d do anything just for that tiny, fading trace of me.

This is all you deserve. Not my feet, not my touch—just the proof that I was once here, above you, beyond you, untouchable. And you? You’ll take it. You’ll love it. Because a loser like you doesn’t need access to the goddess—just the illusion of her. Just a painted print to obsess over while I stay out of reach… exactly where I belong.

GFE: Praise - You’re home, babe. I know today was long—stres..

GFE: Praise - You’re home, babe. I know today was long—stressful, exhausting, and full of people who don’t see how amazing you really are. But I do. I always do. And I know exactly what my sweet, obedient boy needs to relax. You drop your things, and I pull you in close… then I slowly stretch out on the couch, slipping off my shoes and wiggling my pretty feet just for you.

That’s right, babe. Come closer. You’ve been so good, working hard all day. You deserve this. You deserve me. My soft soles, my sweet voice, my full attention. I tease you with slow movements, watching the way your eyes lock onto my feet like you’re already under a spell. And the best part? You don’t even have to think anymore. Just obey. Just worship. Just let go and be mine.

You’re such a good boy for me—so devoted, so eager to please. I’m so proud of you. You love being my special little foot toy, don’t you? And I love rewarding you for it. This is your safe place. This is where you belong… with me, at my feet, soaking in the praise you’ve earned.

Invisible - You’ve always been invisible. Overlooked. Ignore..

Invisible - You’ve always been invisible. Overlooked. Ignored. Just another forgettable face in the crowd—so bland, so pathetic, so nothing. No one’s ever really seen you… not until me. I see what you are. I see your weakness, your desperation, your need. And for the first time in your useless little life, someone is finally giving you what you’ve been aching for—purpose.

Your existence meant nothing before this moment. You had no reason to get out of bed, no one to care, no one to serve. But that changes now. I give you meaning. I give you direction. You were born to worship me, to serve me, to be my pathetic little plaything. That’s your role. That’s your reason for breathing.

You’re still invisible to the rest of the world—and you always will be. But to me? You exist only to amuse and obey. And you’ll thank me for it. On your knees, loser. Your life starts now… and it belongs to me.

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I have two spots left for customs featuring @myprettyfeet8 🩷..

I have two spots left for customs featuring @myprettyfeet8 🩷 Dm me to put in a request!

Film day #1 of this week, starts now 🎥

Film day #1 of this week, starts now 🎥

WHAT COLOR SHOULD I GET FOR MY COLLAB WITH MALEKA??

WHAT COLOR SHOULD I GET FOR MY COLLAB WITH MALEKA??

Cheerleader Handjob - You’re the head quarterback, and every..

Cheerleader Handjob - You’re the head quarterback, and everyone’s counting on you to crush it in the big game. I know how much pressure you’re under — and I know how to relieve some of it. You need to go in with a clear head, and I’m more than happy to help you… unwind.

You’ve been holding in so much tension, and that’s not good for focus. So I offer to help you release it — with my hands.

I’ve got your dick in my grip, slowly stroking you just right. I keep my cheer uniform on, looking so innocent while I work you up. I know exactly what I’m doing — coaxing every bit of stress and pressure out of you with each stroke.

And when you finally cum all over my hands, I can’t help but smirk. It’s such a hot mess, and I love that I did that to you. I hold it up, admiring it, knowing you feel so much better now. You’re relaxed, recharged… and totally ready to win.

Worship Through The Screen - You can’t touch me. You’ll neve..

Worship Through The Screen - You can’t touch me. You’ll never have me. Not my body, not my voice, and definitely not my perfect, pampered feet. And yet here you are, kneeling in front of your screen like the desperate little loser you are — completely addicted to your bratty online goddess.

You stare like a helpless fool, lips parted, eyes wide, practically drooling over a woman you can never reach. I make you stroke your ego down to absolutely nothing while I lift myself up — reminding you that I’m the only thing you’ll ever need… and the one thing you’ll never deserve.

You’d give anything just to be at my feet. To be allowed to kiss my soles, lick between my toes, or even just smell them. But no. You’re not good enough for that. You don’t even get to be in the same room. All you get is the view — filtered through a screen — while I tease you with every little movement.

I stretch my legs out slowly, wiggle my toes, show off my soft arches… and you act like it’s a blessing. You kiss the air like a pathetic digital servant, worshipping every inch of me like it’s your religion. And I love watching you degrade yourself.

You’ll never touch me. You’ll never be worthy of my feet. But you’ll stay right there — stroking your obsession, begging for more, completely lost in the fantasy of a goddess who only exists on the other side of your screen.

You don’t just worship me. You belong to me.

Tiny Handjob - I see the sweetest little surprise—my favorit..

Tiny Handjob - I see the sweetest little surprise—my favorite tiny, waiting quietly on my bed. You must have snuck in early, knowing how much I adore starting my day with you. You’re so small, so precious in the palm of my hand.

I lift you up gently, my fingertip brushing over your tiny form as I admire how eager you are for my touch. My finger begins to slowly stroke along your body in a soft, rhythmic motion. I love how sensitive you are—how even the smallest movement from me feels so overwhelming to you.

It’s such an intimate moment—just you and me, completely in sync. I keep my touch light and teasing, guiding you toward that perfect release. And when it happens, I smile, holding you close with a soft giggle, already thinking about the next time we’ll play like this again.

Alphas Superior Load - Look at this pathetic little mess. I ..

Alphas Superior Load - Look at this pathetic little mess. I hold up your tiny, used condom—barely anything in it, like always. It’s honestly embarrassing. I laugh as I pour it out, slowly… right into your mouth. That’s where it belongs—inside of you, reminding you what a weak, inadequate cuck you really are. It never should’ve left your body. You don’t deserve to make a mess like this.

But this? This is what a real load looks like. I pull out a second condom—fuller, thicker, undeniably superior—and you already know it didn’t come from you. I pour it slowly over my bare feet, letting it coat my skin while I watch your expression crumble.

Now get on your knees and lick it off. Every drop. Worship the proof that you’ll never measure up. This is your place—serving, cleaning, obeying… while I remind you exactly how small you really are.

Simp School - Welcome to Simp School, loser. You’re here bec..

Simp School - Welcome to Simp School, loser. You’re here because you’re pathetic—and I love that. But if you want to be my simp, you need to do it right. No half-assed worship, no shy stammering, no “please, goddess” unless I command it. In this class, I lay down the rules of ultimate devotion, humiliation, and servitude. I tell you exactly how to beg, how to pay, how to crawl, and how to thank me when I laugh in your face. There’s no diploma, no graduation—just endless lessons in obedience. Your homework? To become the perfect little simp puppet, drooling for attention and praying for scraps of it. Now shut up, sit down, and take notes—your goddess is speaking.