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Holy shit.
Garrick size 16.
Your Dad waiting on his foot rub. Looks pissed, better hurry
This sexy business daddy would have me licking his delicious meaty soles like a puppy 🐶 any day of the week. Dream colleague!
This foot-Master is just too hot to handle. Seriously. Huge, meaty, dominant, shiny soles with toes giant enough to engulf your whole mouth as you succumb to them. 🥵
A sophisticated, older foot Daddy loves nothing more than to sip his cocktail while His devoted sub crawls up and gets into position beneath those soft, dominant, meaty soles.
It won’t be long before they’re covered in saliva, caressed, licked and adored and eventually your semen will will be allowed to erupt and cover them as you accept their total control over you and your pleasure.
Feet coated in your sub juice, he will give a faint smile and say what a good boy you’ve been and then He will continue to ignore you as you beg to give into His feet and their power for round 2.
Stern, no-nonse, manly Daddy ✅
Someone to remind your submissive self who you truly yearn and desire to be in the natural order of life ✅
Giant, beefy, enslaving soles, demanding to be covered in the glistening saliva of a sub who has caressed, rubbed, massaged, sucked and licked them for hours ✅
Soles big enough to engulf your whole face as you press in against them, inhale their powerful scent and succumb to their total control over you and your rock-hard, aching sub dick ✅
Wide, curvy, manly arches, just the right size to form the perfect area for the sub to get his aching cock fucking, backwards and forwards, inwards and outwards, as they squeeze the aching rod and cause its juice to squirt out all over the feet which enslaved it ✅
Jackpot 🎰
So big and soft 👣😛
The Silver Foxes with beautiful feet are out in their droves today. What a handsome Daddy this particular foot Master is too! I want those powerful paws 🐾 in my face right now!!
OMG 🤩
He understands the power His Daddy feet and soles have over you. He loves presenting His meaty, wrinkly paws before you, His face virtually without expression as He watches you quiver. You gaze at them and yearn. He wants you to feel weak as you kneel down and place your beta head in between His glorious, masculine arches. He wants you to beg Him to let you worship every inch perfect inch.
Pretty soon, He will say, “Lick,” and your tongue will slowly glide in between every wrinkle. Then, he will say, “Suck” and your mouth will start working its way between each toe, up and down, one by one. While you give His right foot all the attention it deserves, His left will make its way to your crotch and vice versa. He loves caressing your aching beta cock, as you worship, adore and whimper in delight. The exchange of power solidified, He will masterfully bring you closer and closer to the edge. You will lose yourself in full submission as the relationship is fixed in time. His might, His feet, their natural dominance and your helpless surrender to them.
Eventually satisfied with your efforts, He will command, “Unzip”. Your erect penis will throb as His virile, meaty soles wrap themselves around it. You will thrust as His paws effortlessly engulf your cock. Up and down, lubricated with your dedicated saliva, you agonisingly wait for permission to release. Without words, He will simply observe your waves of pleasure being governed completely by His irresistible feet. You will try to hold on for as long as you can, but your dick won’t be able to fight the ecstasy coursing through your whole body.
He will say, “Cum for My feet, slave,” and without hesitation you will unload all of your beta semen, covering the soles you caressed, worshipped and adored. Coating them in your sub juice, you will moan with unbridled pleasure. Still without expression, He will wait and then say, “Clean up”. You won’t even question the order, you will lap up every last drop like a grateful, dedicated puppy, knowing that He has unlocked your darkest desires irreversibly. Nothing ever made you feel so happy, so right and yet also, so degraded.
When His feet are clean and glistening from all of your saliva, you will look up at Him and He will finally smile. He and you will both know that your beta cock finally belongs to His Alpha feet. You’re His and it’s theirs from now on. Just how it was supposed to be.
-👣😍
These glistening, mature, meaty, virile, wide, and wrinkly soles that are crying out to be worshipped, together with their perfectly protruding, plump, and powerful toes are the absolute epitome of my true Daddy feet Master fantasy.
Heaven! 😍
-👣
Daddy is so disappointed in what a grovelling, foot-obsessed, sole-worshipping beta you’ve turned out to be.
All you’re worthy of now is lying on the floor while He is on the toilet, and showing Him how turned on you get by your own pathetic inferiority.
Underneath Him, tongue out, waiting impatiently to be granted the privilege of cleaning the filth off His paws.
Most of all, Daddy simply can’t believe what a drooling foot-slave His manly, meaty, mighty soles turn you into.
All He can do is keep you hidden, feed your debauched desires, and make sure you know your place in the hierarchy of the real world, stopping you from having to go out into it and revealing to other Real Men who you really are.
You truly disgust Him. Yet He vows to protect you. Being at His feet is all you ever really truly desired, anyway.
Now lick, cry, say your sorry, and attend to that raging 🦴 in your beta underwear.
Dirty footboy! But you love it… 💦
F..k yeaaah😍
Bill, a middle-aged lawyer, had been working long hours in the office, leaving his son home alone more often than not. His son, who was often bored with nothing to do, often spent his time looking out the window, watching as more and more cars drove by. One day, when Bill returned home after a long day at the office, he was surprised to find his son sitting on the floor in a corner of the room. His son's head was ducked down and he was quietly sniffing something. Bill cautiously walked towards his son and, to his surprise, found his son sniffing his dress socks. Bill's face contorted in shock and disgust as he asked his son, 'What are you doing? Why are you smelling my socks?' His son looked up, embarrassed and ashamed. His face was flushed and he was silent for a moment before he mumbled, 'I...I was just curious.
It wasn’t until a week later that the father decided it was time to take action. During the next evening, he asked his son to stay up and wait for him after he finished his shift. Once he arrived home, Bill pulled out the most pungent pair of socks from his closet – his “manly” dress socks – and pointed to them.
“Take a good whiff of these,” he said, and the son compiled without hesitation.
Bill watched as his son took in the musky scent, and suddenly a thought struck him: why not make the experience even more interesting?
He continued, “Now lick them.”
The son, startled, quickly did as he was told. The taste was exactly as he had imagined: salty, sweaty, and pungent. Bill couldn’t help but smile as he watched the shock on his son’s face.
“Do you like it?” he asked, to which the son only nodded in response.
The son looked up at Bill in shock, a mixture of fear and excitement on his face. Bill continued, 'Every day after I come home from work, you will kneel before me and lick my feet. They will be smelly and sweaty from a long day at the office and your job will be to clean them and make them feel refreshed.' The son nodded eagerly, eagerly wanting to please his father. Bill smiled, knowing he had found the perfect way to punish and teach his son a lesson. For weeks, the son would obediently kneel before his father after he arrived home from work. He would take off Bill's shoes and socks and carefully lick and clean his feet. Bill, though slightly uncomfortable at first, soon found himself enjoying the experience. He found himself feeling more relaxed and less stressed when his son was worshiping his feet. The experience soon formed a bond between the father and son. Bill found himself looking forward to coming home at the end of the day, knowing his son would be waiting there to worship his feet. His son, though slightly embarrassed at first, soon found himself enjoying the experience as well, finding solace and comfort in his father's manly soles.
Yes, I will serve!
Muscle daddy feet.
