Goddess Body Worship Phone Sex

Goddess body worship phone sex and your surrender, you know you want it. I’m the Mistress Demonica, the goddess you’ll want to devote yourselves to my comfort and well being, so you can begin any time. Perhaps I ought to have you demonstrate your pud-pulling expertise, Hmmm? Why don’t you get on your knees and undo your fly, little man? That’s it, right down here on the gravel in front of me. Nobody’s around, it’s safe.

I’ll count off your cock-strokes until you splatter your pathetic ejaculate all over my feet and my open-toed fetish heels. Then and only then will I give you the go-ahead to start worshiping my body, starting at ground level. That’s the idea, drag your tongue all across my jizz splattered feet until you’ve lapped up every drop. You may even suckle on my individual toes as though they were tiny little cocks, kind of like yours. *winks*

Now, I want you to apply pressure on my feet with your hands and fingers. As they can be very sweaty and achey from these wicked fetish heels, you know? Goddess body worship phone sex is something you bad boys have to earn with me. I want to see your chins brushing the ground as you slurp up your cum for me. Eventually this goddess may allow you to worship her beautiful sleek calves and thighs, possibly more if you’re eligible.

I will have you so frustrated that some of you even start praying to me, which is a nice touch, I might add. Taboo religious blasphemy has always been a favourite of mine, for you more daring souls. Next thing you’ll be seeing just how supernatural I can be as you’re throwing yourselves at my feet. My, my, my, you naughty horn-dogs will absolutely roll in the mud if I tell you to. It’s all about the worship, boys.