Wet Goddess Feet on Your Latex Face
Oh, that intoxicating, warm, sweat-drenched feeling as my soft, large feet cover your face, while the latex mask makes you forget the world. Only my feet, my scent, my sweat matter now. It's getting hotter! The air is scarce, and you can hear my laughter echoing above you. I laugh because I love pressing my beautiful feet on your face. Through the milky latex, I see my red nails glint. I happily wiggle my toes and press them harder against your chin. My feet and ankles become increasingly damp. Every now and then, I let some air seep into the mask, just to see how completely drenched your face is from my sweaty feet. I chuckle with delight and malice. Only reluctantly do I let you have some air again, because the latex mask clings tightly to my feet and your face with every breath you take. Your upper body rises and falls faster and faster
