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Her favorite, cuntbusting and feet worship
You were called into her office the second you walked in. Despite being her assistant, you were nervous as you lightly knocked on the door of her office. It was all made of glass, so she had already seen you approaching. Opening the door, she swings her panthose clad feet into your soft, delicate pussy. You yelped at the pain, eyes bulging as your clit was crushed by her big toe. Falling to your knees, she puts her foot in your face. Already knowing what you had to do, you blush and kiss the bridge of her foot.
"Thank you for busting my cunt," you say, embarrassment in your voice no matter how many times you're made to say that. It was always thouroughly humiliating.
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