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Foot Dust Feast Pedicure Scrapings Straight Into Slave's Mouth
Locked in wooden stocks with a metal mouth gag making his mouth wide open, my slave becomes a living receptacle for my precious foot dust. I sensually remove my heels and white socks, then begin filing my soft soles directly above his face. Fine white powder swirls in the air like cherry blossom petals in spring, raining down onto his tongue and deep into his throat. Beautiful top-down view with slow-motion shots showing the elegant dance of the flakes before they land in his helpless mouth. Every stroke brings more of my natural gift. He takes it all - no choice, no escape. Pure foot dust consumption from his Goddess. Real pedicure flakes. Real submission. Real spring ritual.
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