https://pornito.xxx/sites/str8crushfeet/ Tue 19 May 2026 18:40:09 +0200 https://pornito.xxx/videos/7193108/milking-and-tickling-giant-soft-dimitri-soles-big-juicy-cock-and-balls-hairy-sexy-armpits-and-slim-belly/
Dimitri had no reason to suspect a thing. just hours ago, he had been on the side of power, laughing with us as steve writhed helplessly, the victim of a punishment dimitri himself had helped execute. he had relished every second, watching as his companion’s obligated laughter filled the room. but now, it was his turn. a simple "revenge video." just five minutes of tickling. a fair retribution… or at least, that’s what we made him believe. of course, he protested. he hesitated, feigned reluctance. but in the end, his pride won. he wasn’t about to be called a coward. so he accepted, convinced he could endure it. poor dimitri. he had no idea what was coming. five minutes. nothing more. at least, that’s what we told him. dimitri agreed with the blind confidence of a man who thinks he’s in control—never realizing that, here, with us, the phrase "just five minutes" meant absolutely nothing. what could he have been thinking? did he really believe we would let him go that easily? we tied him down with ease, the way you do with someone who doesn’t resist. dimitri didn’t even fight back, convinced this would be brief, just a simple game. his wrists, his ankles—his entire body—were now at our mercy. it wasn’t the first time he found himself in this position. he had been a victim of this torment before. he had laughed, thrashed, pleaded… and yet, every time, gasping and exhausted, he had sworn it would be his last. and yet, he always comes back. something inside him pulls him back into this abyss—this delicious surrender disguised as resistance. but this time is different. this time, dimitri has no idea what’s coming. poor, naive thing. dimitri doesn’t know that this time will be different. very different. the tickling begins as it always does—deceptively familiar. our fingers glide over his torso, his ribs, his underarms. we know him well. we know exactly where to touch, how to drag the tips of our fingers over his hypersensitive skin. and just like always, his body reacts before his mind can catch up. a burst of uncontrollable laughter rips from his throat. he thrashes, arches, tries to suppress the reaction, but it’s useless. he’s trapped. submissive. eight hands roam his body without mercy, exploring every vulnerable inch. his breath hitches. his laughter grows erratic, more desperate. he wants to know how much time has passed. he wants us to tell him how much longer he has to endure. but there are no answers. only more tickling. more pressure. more pleasure woven with agony. and then, we reach them. his feet. those massive, powerful feet… and at the same time, one of his greatest weaknesses. his soles are soft, almost pristine—a cruel irony for someone with such unbearable sensitivity. they are magnets for torment, his ultimate achilles’ heel. we know it, and so does he. he knows that even the slightest touch along the arch will make him shudder, that every inch of skin beneath his toes is a minefield of pleasure and suffering. and when our fingers begin gliding with ruthless precision over them, his reaction is instant. his body convulses harder. his laughter turns into choked, desperate screams. his feet suffer. they always suffer. and when we finally pause, it isn’t to grant him relief. it’s to strip him down. his shirt slides up his torso, exposing his bare skin, making him even more vulnerable. his pants meet the same fate, ripped away as easily as his control. and that’s when he understands. the five minutes were a lie. dimitri has no control now. his body is no longer his own. there’s only one thing left for him to do—surrender to our cruel game… or keep resisting the inevitable. his expression shifts. that precise moment when he realizes what’s truly happening is exquisite. this isn’t just another video. this isn’t just tickling. he has crossed a line into territory he swore he would never explore. and now, bound, immobilized, with no way to escape, he knows—there’s no turning back. the first wave of pleasure comes without warning. a subtle touch. just a delicate graze against his hardening length. a new kind of torment enters the game. dimitri shudders. his breathless laughter blends with unbidden moans. his skin is already hypersensitive from the tickling, and now his arousal betrays him. he knows. he knows what’s coming. and he knows this won’t be the kind of pleasure he can control. steve watches him with a predator’s grin. he’s relishing every second. once, he was the one in dimitri’s place—the one begging for a break between fits of helpless, tormentd laughter. but now… it’s his turn to take revenge. steve’s fingers glide with surgical precision, intimately familiar with every weak spot, every inch of vulnerable skin. but if there’s one thing steve truly loves, it’s watching dimitri completely break when he attacks his ribs and underarms. every time his hands return to that spot, dimitri thrashes with wild desperation. his laughter sharpens, turning frantic, shrill. he arches, tries to clamp his arms shut to shield himself, but it’s useless. steve drinks in the sound—the way dimitri’s laughter spirals out of control, the way his gasping breath cuts through the hysteria. he lives for this moment. and then, antony steps in. his hand wraps around dimitri’s aching length with cruel tenderness, his fingers sliding along it with expert precision. it’s a wicked game— at the exact same time that dimitri is reduced to fits of frantic laughter, his erection continues to swell, pulsing, vulnerable, exposed. his body is caught between suffering and absolute pleasure. antony’s fingers move in slow, deliberate strokes, never allowing him to tip over the edge, keeping him suspended at the brink. dimitri moans between gasps and laughter, lost in the limbo between agony and ecstasy. and through it all, steve never stops. because when the moment comes to push dimitri over the edge, there will be no mercy. the tickling will not stop. if we were going to break dimitri into this category, we had to do it completely. this wasn’t just a game anymore—it was a ritual of submission. that’s why, when our assistants step away for a break, we know it’s time. the perfect moment to take him even further. the perfect moment to wrap his body in a new kind of prison. we mummify him in plastic, tight, restrained, trapped in his own skin. his tense muscles are hidden beneath the transparent wrap, but his exposed, defiant erection tells us that his body already knows what’s coming. his mind, however, is still fighting. but it’s a losing battle. now, the game is complete. tickling and pleasure intertwined until they become a single, inescapable torment. every touch against his overstimulated skin sends electric shocks through him, making his body jolt, making him to twist and struggle. but he can’t move. he is entirely at our mercy, a perfect canvas for both desire and torment. the tension becomes unbearable. his laughter crumbles into ragged, breathless moans. his body doesn’t know whether to surrender to the pleasure or collapse into despair. his skin burns, his nerves are overloaded, his breathing is erratic. and yet, his erection remains— firm, throbbing, incapable of release. because if there’s one thing we know about dimitri, it’s that getting him hard isn’t the challenge. his body betrays him too easily. the real challenge is keeping him that way. pushing his endurance to its breaking point. holding him in that fragile state of denial and frustration, stretching out his suffering. because in this game, we don’t want his climax to come easily. we want him to beg for it. we want it to be his only escape. but before that… there’s still so much more to do. the chair of pleasure awaits him. ten minutes. just ten minutes. that’s what we promise him. but dimitri no longer believes in our promises. he knows that here, time is a blurry concept, limits are illusions, and the only way to end this… is to finally surrender and release every last drop of his aching cum. when we ask him if he wants to finish, his answer is immediate. "yes, please." he wants it to end. he wants to be freed. antony wraps his hands around dimitri’s throbbing length, handling him with expert precision, his rhythm calculated, deliberate. he plays with him as if he knows every fiber of his endurance. his once-soft length hardens in mere seconds—his body responding before his mind can catch up. his hips arch involuntarily, a silent admission of surrender. his submission is absolute. but just as pleasure begins to take over, steve steps in. tickling. at the worst (or perhaps the best) possible moment. dimitri convulses fiercely, trapped between two extremes. pleasure and desperation tangle together, fuse, consume him in an electrified storm that he cannot escape. every stroke across his sensitive skin, every flicker against his tip, sends a brutal overload through his nervous system. but his body has a limit. he hasn’t been allowed to finish in days. every nerve in his body is on the brink of collapse, overloaded by the endless torment of sensation. the teasing, the denial, the unbearable build-up—it all drags him to the edge. and then, it happens. he crosses the threshold. his back arches fiercely, his entire body locks up in an uncontrollable spasm. a low pitch moan escapes his throat as his orgasm explodes through him with devastating intensity. thick ropes of hot cum surge out in powerful bursts, shooting across his own chest, coating him in his own surrender. the first wave is so big that steve barely dodges it, smirking as he watches the spectacle unfold. but the true torment begins now. there is no rest. not a single second of mercy. we keep stimulating him, our hands mercilessly working his still-sensitive length. his moans dissolve into silent screams, his overstimulated tip throbbing, trembling, never given a moment’s relief. every touch, every subtle stroke becomes unbearable. his skin—already hypersensitive from the relentless tickling—turns into a battlefield of agony and overwhelming pleasure. he wants to escape, but his own body betrays him. he can’t move. there is no way to resist. the absolute pleasure warps into pure torment. and when his body finally collapses— spent, drained, completely broken, only one question lingers in the air: after this… will dimitri dare to film another tickling video? find out! don’t miss dimitri’s most extreme video yet.  ]]> Fri 08 May 2026 09:39:34 +0200 https://pornito.xxx/videos/7193108/milking-and-tickling-giant-soft-dimitri-soles-big-juicy-cock-and-balls-hairy-sexy-armpits-and-slim-belly/ https://pornito.xxx/videos/7173198/tickle-to-orgasm-steve-the-hot-as-fuck-himbo-to-the-limit/
Steve is the kind of man who knows he is desired. his body is a monument to masculine perfection: sculpted muscles, smooth skin, and a physique that commands both admiration and submission from those who lay eyes on him. he thrives on every gaze, every gesture of worship, every hand that reverently glides over his skin. so when we invited him to take part in a muscle worship session, he accepted without hesitation. the scene unfolds in an intimate setting, designed to showcase every inch of steve’s powerful physique. his body is a masterpiece—steel-like pecs, abs carved like a map of dominance, biceps that could have been sculpted by the gods themselves. he is the undisputed star of this ritual of adoration, the ultimate object of desire. expert hands begin their work, moving across his body with precision, kneading, massaging, exploring every fiber of his physique. every squeeze, every touch enhances his strength, his firmness, his raw masculinity. warm oil glides over his tense skin, making him glisten under the lights. his muscles pulse beneath the reverent touch, as if his body feeds off the devotion he receives. antony stands beside him, also taking part, relaxed, allowing the hands to move across his skin. but he is not the focus. no. all eyes are on steve—on his dominant, chiseled physique, on the body sculpted through years of relentless training. he enjoys every second, completely convinced that this is his moment of glory. but what he doesn’t know… is that this is just the beginning. everything is part of a devious plan. the muscle worship has a hidden purpose. little by little, without steve realizing it, we are preparing him for the real test. the admiration grows more intense, more intimate. he is coaxed into believing that his muscles will look even more magnificent if they are tensed, if his body is put on full display in a more extreme way. that is why it’s so easy to make him agree to being restrained. after all, he still believes he’s in control. the ropes are secured around his wrists and ankles with calculated precision. antony is also tied up, though his knots are nothing more than a ruse, a necessary deception. steve suspects nothing. he feels confident, invulnerable. until antony effortlessly frees himself. and in that precise moment, he understands. he has fallen into the trap. his arrogant smile vanishes the very moment he feels the first touch on his torso. it’s just a fleeting caress over his massive, firm pecs, sculpted to perfection. a simple, harmless tease—or so he thinks. but before he can react, more hands join in. eight in total. eight hands gliding over his hot skin, sliding along his sides, exploring his underarms, unleashing a storm of sensations across his rock-solid abs. but it’s on his pecs where the true ordeal begins. every finger traces over the tense surface of his chest, pressing against those huge, powerful muscles, making him tremble. the fingertips toy with the underside of his pecs, where the skin is even more sensitive, sending involuntary shivers through his body. his nipples harden, his breath catches, his body betrays him. he tenses, arches, his skin tingling under the overwhelming rush of sensations. his pecs contract, bouncing involuntarily with every imposed laugh he tries to suppress. but it’s useless. every touch, every teasing stroke, every slow torment of those massive, sculpted muscles pushes him deeper into desperation. but if there’s one place where his will truly begins to shatter, it’s his feet. big, masculine, with strong, well-defined soles—the perfect complement to his powerful physique. feet that have walked with dominance, that have supported his imposing frame, that have been a symbol of his authority. and now, trapped, exposed, completely vulnerable. the perfect target for a wicked game. the fingers explore first, tracing along the arch in delicate, calculated strokes, sending jolts through his body. it’s automatic—his body reacts before his mind can resist. he wants to fight it. he wants to hold onto that image of himself as untouchable. but the moment the brushes slide over his sensitive soles… everything falls apart. his laughter erupts—loud, uncontrollable, raw. the same laughter he takes pleasure in taking out of others, the same sound of desperation he loves hearing from his victims, now escapes from his own lips, exposing his ultimate weakness. and this is where the real thrill begins. the tickler becomes the prey. a man who has mercilessly tormented others with tickling, now begging between gasping laughs as his own feet become the focus of an unrelenting, merciless game of sensation. and then—he laughs. he laughs like a man condemned. because if there’s one thing steve truly hates, it’s being tickled himself. he loves doing it—watching others writhe under his expert touch, breaking them, dominating them with nothing but relentless tickling. but being on the receiving end? that’s his undoing. his laughter is deep, powerful, uncontrollable. his muscles tremble, his back arches, but he is completely restrained. his instinct is to fight, to escape this torment, but the hands never stop. each tickler focuses on a different area, discovering his most vulnerable spots—his neck, his ribs, his inner thighs. every new attack makes him shudder, squirm, lose control. his resistance crumbles. his laughter changes. it becomes choked, breathless. his mind falls in the unbearable mix of pleasure and desperation. and then—everything changes. the game takes an unexpected turn, one steve never imagined himself crossing. he’s been in other tickling videos before, has made countless men scream and squirm under his control. but he’s never felt this. the hands that once focused on his torso, his sides, his feet… now slide to uncharted territory. at first, it’s subtle. a fleeting brush against his inner thigh, a teasing stroke too close to his most private area. a new kind of stimulus. one that is darker, more intimate. his uncontrollable laughter now mixes with ragged breaths. his body is caught between agony and arousal. the confusion on his face says it all—he doesn’t know how to react. he tries to hold on to his pride, to his image of dominance. but his own body betrays him. then, he is given an offer. a way out. if he gets hard, the tickling will stop. the idea breaks him. to accept means surrender. it means crossing a line he never thought he’d cross. but the desperation—the need to escape this torment—consumes him. it pushes him to take the only option left. and so, steve submits. he stops fighting. he gives in to the game. he lets the touches intensify, lets the teasing grow bolder. he focuses, tries to will his body to respond, to get hard—anything to escape this torment. but what he doesn’t know… is that this is only the beginning. now, the only way he can truly be freed is if he finishes. but we won’t make it easy. we take him to the edge, over and over again, controlling his body with precision, mixing pleasure with frustration, keeping him in limbo. because we don’t want his suffering to end. his erection is expertly manipulated, brought to the brink of climax—only for it to be stolen from him at the very last second. and every time he’s on the verge of release… the tickling starts again. his desperation becomes undeniable. he is trapped between pleasure and agony. he wants to finish, his body is screaming for it, but every time he gets close, laughter makes him back into the torment. his skin glistens with sweat, his chest rises and falls in erratic, desperate breaths. he is losing the battle. until, finally—he can’t take it anymore. we’ve pushed him to his absolute limit, taken him beyond exhaustion, beyond control—left him trembling, desperate, unable to finish. his body has been tormented with tickling and pleasure, dragged to the very edge over and over again, only to be denied the release he craves. his skin burns, his breath is uneven, his mind shattered between frustration and unsatisfied desire. and just when we’re about to release him—just as we move to untie him and let him recover from his ordeal… he stops us. off-camera, still breathless, his voice shaky, he looks up and whispers: "wait… i still want to cum" a moment of silence. his need, fully exposed. the man who had been so in control… is now begging us. and we wouldn’t waste this opportunity. we move him to a chair, his body still trembling from overstimulation. we restrain him. wrists, ankles—completely bound, completely exposed. and then, we give him what he needs. the hands return to his body, but this time—with only one goal. to push him into the most intense climax of his life. he writhes, gasps, moans—his body fully surrendered to the overwhelming pleasure. and when he finally breaks—when his back arches, his jaw clenches, and his orgasm erupts in big, uncontrollable waves… that’s when the real torment begins. ???? the post-cum torment. ???? his hypersensitive skin flinches at even the slightest touch. every nerve screams for relief—but we’re not done. fingers return to his still-throbbing cock, brushing over the exposed tip—his most vulnerable spot, the very center of his overstimulation. his reaction is instant. "no—n-not there!" he begs. but that’s exactly where we want to touch him. his hips jerk involuntarily, his breath shatters into broken moans and gasps. he is lost in a void of unbearable, overstimulated pleasure. too intense to resist. too overwhelming to withstand. he pleads for it to stop. he begs, squirms in his restraints, his body reduced to nothing but a marionette under our touch. but his suffering is our masterpiece. and only when his will is completely shattered— when there is nothing left of the arrogant, confident man who first stepped onto the set—  do we finally give him his long-awaited release. ???? a finale of absolute power. ???? a post-cum session—brief, but devastating. ????an ultimate display of submission, pleasure, and complete surrender. witness steve’s full breakdown now. ]]> Tue 21 Apr 2026 14:06:27 +0200 https://pornito.xxx/videos/7173198/tickle-to-orgasm-steve-the-hot-as-fuck-himbo-to-the-limit/ https://pornito.xxx/videos/7143652/pathetic-man-total-destruction-steve-david-ben-kevin-kaen/
If you are looking for submissive destruction and total devotion this is for you.__when you are a total submissive and you take your vows.you give up your rights as a humanyou accept your condition as a bitch, you accept your condition as an objectyou understand that serving others is your place in the world.serving superior men makes you feel like someone.being a toy, for their amusement, to worship their feetto be used as furniture or as anything they need.few dare to try what it is to abandon your egoand be humiliated and reduced to trash.being the trash of handsome boys is an honor.dare to be like meuna perra total ( total bitch ) ]]> Thu 26 Mar 2026 23:00:56 +0200 https://pornito.xxx/videos/7143652/pathetic-man-total-destruction-steve-david-ben-kevin-kaen/ https://pornito.xxx/videos/7137773/basket-team-3-david-rehus-angelo-kaen-dimitri-overwhelming-the-sense-of-the-homo-with-straight-s-sweat-to-turn-him-into-foot-fetishist/
Eric's eyes widened as he took in the sight of the five basketball players standing before him, their sweaty bodies glistening in the dimly lit room. he had thought he was in for a wild afternoon, hooking up with a supposed basket team from grindr. but now, his wrists were bound with ductape, and he was at the mercy of these towering athletes. david, the charismatic twink, sneered at eric, his piercing green eyes glinting with amusement. "you thought you were give us a blowjob, didn't you, eric? well, let me tell you, we have something much better in store for you." kaen, the chav bad boy, cracked his knuckles, his dark eyes flashing with a hint of menace. "you're going to worship our sweaty feet, u hear me ? and you're going to love every drop of sweat." eric's face paled as the reality of the situation sunk in. he had never been into foot fetishism before, but there was something about the confident, sweaty bodies of these athletes that made him feel a thrill of excitement. dimitri, the quiet, proud one, stepped forward, his enormous, curved feet drawing eric's attention. "my feet are the biggest and best, eric. you'll be lucky to worship them." rehus, the athletic and egocentric one, chuckled, his bright eyes sparkling with arrogance. "yeah, and you'll be begging for more. our sweat, our smell, our dominance – you'll be addicted in no time." angelo, cute little one, smiled slyly, his small cute feet twitching with anticipation. "and i'll make sure you don't forget about me. my feet may be small, but they're packed with sweaty flavor." as the basketball players closed in, their sweaty bodies surrounding eric, he felt a shiver run down his spine. he was in for a wild ride, and he wasn't sure if he was ready to surrender to their foot worship demands. as the basketball players surrounded eric, they lifted their feet, still clad in their sweaty socks, and placed them on his face. david's red-socked foot pressed against eric's nose, the fabric stretching to accommodate the contours of his foot. rehus's identical red-socked foot covered eric's mouth, the softness of the fabric a stark contrast to the sweaty skin beneath. kaen's black-socked foot loomed over eric's forehead, the darkness of the fabric seeming to absorb the light around it. dimitri's white-socked foot rested on eric's chin, the soft fabric a gentle caress compared to the others. but angelo's foot was the most overwhelming. his worn, grayish-white sock seemed to exude a pungent aroma, the smell of weeks of sweat and dirt accumulating on his skin. the fabric was thin and fragile, stretching to accommodate the curves of his foot. as the basketball players held their feet in place, eric was overwhelmed by the sensory experience. the smell of sweat, dirt, and fabric softener filled his nostrils, making his head spin. the softness of the socks was a strange contrast to the big smelly feet beneath. david, rehus, kaen, dimitri, and angelo all laughed and jeered, their voices echoing through the room as they enjoyed eric's discomfort. "you're going to worship our feet, eric," david sneered, his foot pressing harder against eric's nose. "you're going to learn to love the smell of our sweat and the feel of our feet on your skin." as the basketball players continued to taunt eric, they began to remove their socks, revealing their sweaty feet. but instead of simply showing off their feet, they took a more sinister approach. kaen the chav, was the first to act, pulling off his black sock and shoving it into eric's mouth. "let's see how you like the taste of my sweat," kaen sneered, his eyes glinting with malice. eric gagged on the sock, the fabric rough against his tongue. but before he could even process what was happening, david, pulled off his red sock and shoved it into eric's mouth as well. "you're going to suck every last drop of sweat from our socks," david whispered, his piercing green eyes sparkling with amusement. as eric struggled to cope with the two socks in his mouth, dimitri, the slim guy, pulled off his white sock and began to rub his enormous, curved foot against eric's face. the sweat dripped from his foot, pooling on eric's skin as dimitri chuckled with glee. next, angelo, pulled off his worn, grayish-white sock and shoved it into eric's mouth, the fabric stretching to revelate the curves of his cute little foot. finally, rehus, the chico lindo, pulled off his red sock and began to tease eric's mouth with his foot, the sweat dripping from his toes as he laughed with a cocky smile. as the socks and feet invaded eric's mouth, he felt a sense of overwhelming surrender. the sweat, the fabric, the soft sweaty bare skin – it was all too much to handle. but the basketball players didn't care, they just laughed and jeered, enjoying eric's discomfort.... ( continue ) ]]> Sat 21 Mar 2026 04:59:57 +0200 https://pornito.xxx/videos/7137773/basket-team-3-david-rehus-angelo-kaen-dimitri-overwhelming-the-sense-of-the-homo-with-straight-s-sweat-to-turn-him-into-foot-fetishist/ https://pornito.xxx/videos/7131302/dimitri-s-giant-milking-machine-curvy-soles/
As i opened the door, dimitri stumbled in, his towering frame and exhausted expression a testament to the grueling basketball game he'd just played. he plopped down on the couch, his massive feet encased in those iconic jordan retro 1 mid red sneakers, and let out a deep sigh. "dude, i'm beat," he said, running his hands through his sweaty hair. "we tied, but man, it was a struggle." his eyes locked onto mine, and i could sense a hint of desperation. "you know, i could really use a foot massage. you're the reflexology expert, right?" my heart skipped a beat as i nodded, trying to play it cool. little did he know, i'd been fantasizing about his feet for ages.as i approached him, he lifted his feet onto the coffee table, and i couldn't help but stare at those sleek, red sneakers. "let me get those off you," i said, trying to sound casual, but my hands were shaking with anticipation. i slowly unlaced the shoes, my fingers brushing against the soft, worn leather. as the last lace came undone, i gently slid the sneakers off, revealing the most magnificent sight: dimitri's feet, clad in sleek, black socks that seemed to glow in the dim light of the room. my eyes widened as i took in the sight of those curved soles, those long, slender toes... i was transfixed, my cock stirring to life as i gazed at the masterpiece before me.the room seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of us, lost in this sensual reverie. i couldn't tear my eyes away from his feet, the way the socks hugged every contour, the way the fabric seemed to shimmer in the light. i felt like i was in a trance, my hands moving of their own accord as i began to massage his feet, my fingers tracing the curves and ridges of his skin. dimitri's soft moans of relaxing pleasure and sighs were music to my ears, and i found myself getting harder by the minute, my cock throbbing in anticipation this was no ordinary massage; this was an erotic but friendly ritual for me, but for him is just a massage but this friendship transcendental moment it’s so alluring. and i was the lucky recipient of this private show, the one who got to worship at the altar of dimitri's glorious feet in my mind, but in the outside i’m fighting to not look that vulnerable in front of him i don’t want to him to feel uncomfortable with my foot fetish cause maybe i would never seen his feet again. minutes ticked by, and i continued to massage dimitri's feet, my hands moving in slow, deliberate circles as i savored every moment of this intimate encounter. my erection had grown more pronounced, and i couldn't help but steal glances at dimitri's face, wondering if he'd noticed. and then, it happened: his foot brushed against my hard-on, and i felt a jolt of electricity run through my body. i froze, my heart racing, as i awaited his reaction. but to my surprise, dimitri didn't flinch. he didn't pull his foot away or give me a weird look. instead, he simply continued to scroll through his phone, his eyes fixed on the screen as if nothing had happened. the silence was palpable, thick with tension, as i struggled to process what was happening. it was as if we'd entered into some sort of unspoken agreement, a complicit silence that acknowledged the elephant in the room without actually addressing it. dimitri's foot remained pressed against my erection, the pressure sending shivers down my spine. i could feel his weight, his presence, and it was from other dimension. the air was heavy with anticipation, and i knew that i was walking a thin line between pleasure and discomfort. but dimitri seemed to be savoring the moment, his foot lingering against my cock as if he was enjoying the sensation. it was a silent understanding, a nod to the forbidden fruit that hung between us, and i couldn't help but wonder what would happen next. the silence stretched on, a living, breathing thing that pulsed with energy. i didn't dare move, didn't dare break the spell, as in jurasic park, if you don't move, the dinosaur don't see you, completly frozen as i waited for dimitri to make his next move. and then, in a voice that was low and husky, he spoke the words that would change everything: "you know, i think i can return the favor." minutes ticked by, and i continued to massage dimitri's feet, my hands moving in slow, deliberate circles as i savored every moment of this intimate encounter. my erection had grown more pronounced, and i couldn't help but steal glances at dimitri's face, wondering if he'd noticed. and then, it happened: his foot brushed against my hard-on, and i felt a jolt of electricity run through my body. i froze, my heart racing, as i awaited his reaction. but to my surprise, dimitri didn't flinch. he didn't pull his foot away or give me a weird look. instead, he simply continued to scroll through his phone, his eyes fixed on the screen as if nothing had happened. the silence was palpable, thick with tension, as i struggled to process what was happening. it was as if we'd entered into some sort of unspoken agreement, a complicit silence that acknowledged the elephant in the room without actually addressing it. dimitri's foot remained pressed against my erection, the pressure sending shivers down my spine. i could feel his weight, his presence, and it was from other dimension. the air was heavy with anticipation, and i knew that i was walking a thin line between pleasure and discomfort. but dimitri seemed to be savoring the moment, his foot lingering against my cock as if he was enjoying the sensation. it was a silent understanding, a nod to the forbidden fruit that hung between us, and i couldn't help but wonder what would happen next. the silence stretched on, a living, breathing thing that pulsed with energy. i didn't dare move, didn't dare break the spell, as in jurasic park, if you don't move, the dinosaur don't see you, completly frozen as i waited for dimitri to make his next move. and then, in a voice that was low and husky, he spoke the words that would change everything: "you know, i think i can return the favor." as dimitri slid off his socks, i was struck by the sheer beauty of his bare feet. his toes were long and slender, his soles a delicate curve that seemed to whisper sweet nothings to my eager ears. the pale pink skin was smooth and unblemished, a perfect canvas for the masterpiece that was about to unfold. and then, it happened. dimitri's sweaty, bare foot made contact with my throbbing cock, and the universe exploded in a kaleidoscope of pleasure. it was as if the very fabric of reality had been rewritten, and i was the beneficiary of this new, hedonistic world. the sensation was indescribable, a symphony of delight that resonated deep within my soul. i felt like i was floating on air, my senses heightened to the point where every touch, every caress, was a revelation. dimitri's foot was a masterful instrument, playing my cock like a virtuoso, coaxing out notes of pure, unadulterated bliss. as his toes curled around my shaft, i felt like i was melting into his touch, becoming one with the pleasure that was coursing through my veins. it was as if dimitri's hetero feet had somehow tapped into a deep well of desire within me, releasing a torrent of ecstasy that threatened to consume me whole. and yet, even as i was lost in this sea of pleasure, i couldn't help but marvel at the absurdity of it all. my straight friend, dimitri, was giving me a footjob, his sweaty, bare feet working their magic on my cock. it was a surreal, fantastical moment, one that i would treasure forever, even as i knew that it was a secret that would remain locked deep within our friendship. dimitri's voice was a distant hum, a gentle murmur that seemed to fade into the background as his toes worked their magic on my cock. it was as if he had become a machine, a precision instrument designed to extract every last drop of pleasure from my body. his enormous toes curled around my shaft, his curved soles cradling me like a gentle lover. and then, it happened. the world around me dissolved, and i was left hurtling through a vortex of pure, unadulterated bliss. i felt like i was floating on air, my senses overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the pleasure that was coursing through my veins. the climax was like a supernova, a burst of energy that seemed to consume me whole. and then, suddenly, it was over. the room was silent, the only sound the gentle hum of the tv in the background. dimitri and i lay there, our bodies entwined, our eyes fixed on the screen as if nothing had happened. but i knew that everything had changed. i had crossed a threshold, entered a new dimension of pleasure and intimacy that i would never forget. as we drifted off to rest, i knew that i would never look at dimitri the same way again. he was no longer just my straight friend, but a guardian of secrets, a keeper of forbidden pleasures. and i knew that i would never forget that night, that magical, surreal moment when our friendship had been transformed forever. ]]> Sun 15 Mar 2026 09:48:26 +0200 https://pornito.xxx/videos/7131302/dimitri-s-giant-milking-machine-curvy-soles/ https://pornito.xxx/videos/7103581/david-from-exchange-student-to-footrest-and-cumjar-eric/
When i signed up for the exchange program i never thought my life would change so radically. i was welcomed into david martinez's house, a boy who attends the same school as me although in a different class, but at the beginning this was enough to connect, doing homework together and going to school together every morning quickly transformed us into friends, close or at least that's what i thought. david was a very kind boy, even though he was the typical straight guy who likes soccer and yells at the tv when his team has a game, beyond that, i did consider him a kind boy, not enough to openly tell him about my sexuality, although every day it became more difficult for me to avoid getting lost in his eyes or his smile, since david was also quite attractive and charismatic, i tried to be reserved and for him all this time i was just a boy "with class and concerned about his image" maybe just a little more than necessary. every time i remember that moment, that oversight, my head gets confused, i don't know if it was the worst or the best thing that could have happened to me in life, we were sitting on the couch listening to music with my cell phone connected to a bluetooth speaker, i didn't deactivate the notification sounds and a grindr notification rang. that noise became popular at school, after a senior boy like me had this same accident it in the middle of a team speech in the football team's locker room, that day he was demoted from captain to team semen jug, tied up every friday in the men's bathrooms of his team to satisfy the excessive sexual desire of his young ex-teammates. after hearing that noise, david's gaze fell penetratingly on mine.-if you're going to hit me, or kick me out of your house for this, do it quickly and please don't tell anyone at school? hit you? who do you think i am? a troglodyte from an emotionally underdeveloped country? gay boys don't need to get beaten, they need to get trained to be your bitches.oh yeah!! david martinez just got his own exchange bitch ! plus you're better looking than the boy we sent on exchange for you, that gives me more status as a master you know, cause you are an international bitch -as a master? do you think i'm some kind of pet or something? oh you are, and you're my property, you're a gay boy living in my house, you're in a country that's not yours, i know your secret. you belong to me, from today on you'll be my foot slave, you'll do all my chores and every afternoon after school your fucking job will be to stick your tongue between my filthy sweaty toes and eat all the dirt you find, while i stomp on your face all afternoon while i play video games, you'll only have the right to speak by raising your hand and asking for permission, did you hear me? at that moment i was unable to answer bravely, but sucking his sweaty feet? how disgusting! just because i like boys doesn't mean i have fetishes, but something in david's tone and confidence when he said that i belonged to him seemed... special to me, that is to say those words when he treated me like an object, like something without will or conscience, like property, like... his property, all of that seemed strangely attractive and liberating to me. besides, he had a point, i still had half a year to go before i returned to my country and i had to live with him every day. i suppose that licking feet can be considered a way of paying for the space and the food, but david took seriously the fact of considering me his slave, he never spoke to me in the same way again, he made heavy jokes on me in front of others, i became his toy, his jester, every afternoon after classes we returned to the routine, the first weeks i hated the smell of david's feet, before this i had never paid attention to the smell of his feet, but it's different when you have them against your face every afternoon from 5 pm to 10 pm, i really hated that smell of warm shoes with hours and hours of use, but with time, i began to love him, i began to accept my role and the more i accepted that i was a bitch, the more satisfaction i felt serving that heterosexual man superior to me, we were co-dependent, i was a bitch without self-esteem and ability to defend itself and he was a narcissistic psychopath hungry for admiration and power, we were a perfect couple and even though he would never reciprocate my feelings or even understand what my heart feels for him, being under his sweaty feet was my consolation prize every afternoon, over time david no longer only used me as a footrest to play video games, he began to feel the desire to use me at all times even to watch porn on his pc, the first time it happened, i couldn't see anything, but i knew what david did by the way his feet bounced on my face, by the way his calves tensed and by the unpleasant female orgasms i heard while watching porn, the aroma of a hot penis about to ejaculate filled the place, but i could only see darkness as david's sweaty and huge feet used my face as support as always. sometimes the drops of semen fell on the carpet and i ate them when he wasn't looking. but that february afternoon everything changed, the day david proposed me to exchange what was left of my dignity for the pleasure of being able to taste his dick, to have that hot and enormous glans, which i so often sniffed from afar while he masturbated, me… a simple bitch to have the honor of tasting the penis of the most handsome straight guy in schoolit seemed like a dream, but the clause was to humiliate myself in the school's secret internet forums, those that only the senior students had access to, free of teachers, only top quality gossip from school, there i had to openly recognize that i was david martinez's bitch, looking at the camera, with a dog leash around my neck, i know what i'm doing… there goes my last drop of self-esteem and self-love just for the right to taste what that delicious, juicy and enormous cock of david tastes like. ]]> Sun 22 Feb 2026 08:47:44 +0200 https://pornito.xxx/videos/7103581/david-from-exchange-student-to-footrest-and-cumjar-eric/ https://pornito.xxx/videos/6946709/i-wanna-cum-all-over-that-powerfull-straight-guys-football-player-s-soles/
Another footjob from dwayne? yes, but this time it's solo. sometimes i think solo footjobs are even better than group footjobs for appreciating feet (group footjobs have their charm, but in solo footjobs the guys can't rely on their partners and must use all their skills to make the grade) honestly, it's one of the hottest footjobs i've ever received in all of str8crush's time, it was extremely fluid and i think we were both very immersed in our role play, to the point that at one point i forgot that we were role playing and i felt immersed in the control that dwayne exerted over me. i know dwayne isn't the most attractive guy at first sight but i find him very masculine and sexy, there are many other guys in the production company that have better numbers, but i don't know, i feel that every time i look at him i find him more attractive, there are few times that i have been able to see him without a shirt and i think that his torso is extremely masculine and attractive, he is thin but has muscle work, the contours of his pectorals and abs are marked making him look quite athletic, you can really tell that the guy is a soccer player and is in excellent physical condition. his face is very cute when he is relaxed, sometimes when he gets tense he makes faces, but i don't know, i suppose it is the charm of a masculine straight boy that catches me, that and his feet... seriously being under those feet has been a glorious experience, they feel so warm and wet to the touch, with large fleshy and very soft soles... plus he has movements in his foot set that other guys don't have... anyway, i think that this soccer player has managed to move me more than just my penis. it doesn't mean that i'm going to fill them with clips of him, because as i said, his popularity isn't high, but at least these clips will be there so that hopefully someone else besides me can see how sexy this guy is _____ story of the clip: in recent years i have dedicated myself to making signings for third and second division teams, small teams, i have a couple of contacts that by investing in their teams allow me certain royalties, and well it's not that we choose the players purely for their appearance or for what they are willing to do, in truth many of them are already selected for their abilities and certain exams are mere trivialities to interact a little with the feet of these male specimens. dwayne went to one of these checkups, where he had to jog several minutes at high intensity to evaluate his supposed cardiopulmonary function, then he would proceed to make "biometric" measurements and evaluations of his feet, when in truth all he really wanted was to touch them, see them and feel them. dwayne, unlike other clueless straight guys, is quite shrewd and intrinsically curious. he asks me every question i do, why, for what, how does it work? he gives the impression that he suspects everything i do, as if he understood from the beginning that i look at him with lust and not with professionalism. events reach a point of no return when, during an exercise where dwayne had to use his feet to open my thighs using leg strength, he feels my obvious erection with his feet. at one point i thought the guy would get defensive, but on the contrary he said that we should stop playing games, that he was in charge, that from today he would be the team captain and that i was going to help him climb and that i would do whatever he wanted. so much confidence suddenly turned into a tornado in my head, but even if i wanted to debate i can't anymore. dwayne puts his foot under my shorts and takes my glans between his warm, wet toes. things will be done my way, did you hear? i never thought i was about to experience a new way to have love made with feet. of course you'll be captain dwayne, your wide soles, the way you play with my cock, your strong, brown feet that bend my cock to your will. i'm yours. ]]> Thu 13 Nov 2025 08:26:09 +0200 https://pornito.xxx/videos/6946709/i-wanna-cum-all-over-that-powerfull-straight-guys-football-player-s-soles/ https://pornito.xxx/videos/6946648/pilot-hungry-witch-addicted-to-feet-and-cum-get-a-handsome-young-guy-for-dinner-david-ft-blair-mkv-format/
Mkv compressed format version___was it parsley or cilantro? i can't believe i forgot again. david thought in the middle of the kitchen seasoning aisle until an apple lightly hits the school boy's sneakers.david looks at the apple and picks it up by inertia. sorry! it seems that the food is trying to get away from me! * flirtatious laugh *david looks at her astonished, an older girl with huge breasts and a very revealing dress was right in front of the teenager. david is an 18 year old high school boy, that's what we call, someone who is starting to be a sexually active man, his dick stands up every 2x3 at any time of the day, in the living room, in the shower, when going to bed, when waking up, when going out for a run, when playing video games with friends, in the shower again. his hormones are at full blast and his dick simply can't hide it, when he sees that huge pair of tits his manhood shows a noticeable and huge erection fighting against the fabric of his school uniform. excuse me, will you give me my apple back? i need it for dinner tonight. the woman says in a seductive tone. oh yeah, of course! i'm sorry, the blond boy says, speaking awkwardly. here, i don't know why i have a feeling and i guess that you were looking for this, i also need it for dinner tonight. the hot woman says, looking at him with the eyes of a sex-hungry cat while she hands the young man a bag of cilantro. sure! it was cilantro i was looking for, thank you very much! my old lady always scolds me when i confuse the two. you've saved my life, my old lady would probably have broken my neck if i came with parsley again, is there anything i can do for you? yes, you can and i would love to ask you for help with the grocery bags, i have to buy a lot of things and i don't think i can carry them all by myself, i have a lot of back pain lately from carrying so much weight, she said all that while she subtly massaged her tits. it was very obvious, she was flirting with him. i've also seen you go from school to your house quite a few times while i water my plants, i'm sure my house is on the way to yours. it all seemed like a dream, a hot blonde asks him for help with the bags to her house but not only that, she had obviously seen him many times and that made her understand that maybe he was genuinely interested in him. i'm very lonely at home, it wouldn't hurt me to have someone for dinner... i mean eat with someone today after having some fun. she didn't even finish her sentence when david was already running towards the cash register line. (he looks delicious, she thought, just the way i like them, thin, with a cute face, with small butts and delicious feet that taste like teenagers... mmmm i don't want to wait to get home to eat and have fun.) the way home was very awkward, neither of them said a single word, probably because they are completely different people with different interests and also because of the fact that the only thing they did on the way was fantasize about what they were going to do to each other. david innocently fantasized about gags her with his dick and treating her like a bitch while fucking her, but she had other plans. would it be orange or fine herb teenager? maybe he could explore different recipes before actually eating it, after all when you're a witch and you have magic you can do many things. when david arrived at the house, he noticed something strange, it didn't look like a 20 girl's house at all, although she was visibly older than him, it wasn't to the point that so many generations separate them. the house was full of plants in the garden, but there was a lot of dust and cobwebs everywhere, the decoration also seemed strange, there were many photos of an older lady, it must be his granny, david thought without giving much importance to those details.   blair, my name is blair? and yours?david, said the boy a little shy because of the girl's imposing feminine figure, her tits and her curves. would you like to stay for lunch? i was going to make something for two, but my friend cancelled at the last minute and i don't want to have dinner alone... i'd love to, david answers with a smile * his stomach growls * although i'm very hungry, by any chance do you have something quick to regain energy before dinner? yes of course i think i have something in one of these bags, just give me a moment, david couldn't see him, but blair sketches a sinister smile as she turns her back to bend down and search for something in her bags. the blonde's buttocks, exposed to david's eyes, only made him wish more for the moment to sink his teeth into it. here it is, this apple, it's special. you can eat it, but bite it... and you can end up inside me... forever inside her? if this wasn't an invitation to fuck then david didn't know what it was. david played along and bit into the apple without thinking, however, as he did so his eyes felt strangely heavy, as if his mind was traveling to other planes of ecstasy and happiness, however when he opened his eyes he found himself with his hands and feet tied, strangely his feet were resting on a plate on the table. he couldn't let go of the apple anymore, it was completely stuck to his mouth as if it were a gag. but not only that, some kind of juice was flowing out of the apple which david didn't know about but it intensified all his senses. weren't you taught not to accept things from strangers? blair laughs, now revealing her true identity as a witch.i'm so hungry, but i never thought that tonight's dinner would be... so delicious. she says while looking at david's feet on the plate. dinner? was she planning to eat his feet in a literal way? david looked everywhere for clues that this was a game, but the photos of the old lady didn't help, the vinyl records, the aniseed sweets on the table, but what finished detailing it, was a metal box of cookies with the lid open, that box did not contain cookies but only threads and needles to sew... you are not a 20 girl you are an old witch, exclaims david almost incomprehensible because of the apple that prevents him from closing his teeth to modulate words. but you are so smart, as well as handsome. that's right! and you know what i eat to stay so young? well, you guessed it, young and handsome men like you, your sperm, your penis, your feet, your ass, all of that will be my dinner today and i think i'll start with my favorite snack, she mentions as she begins to take off david's shoes. mmmmm i love that young man scent, if they smell like that i can already imagine how tasty they're going to taste when i sink my teeth into them. with a snap of his fingers david had his feet completely covered in palm honey with sour worms in the middle. who says dessert has to be eaten after the main meal? after asking openly and sarcastically, blair begins to use her playful tongue on the soles of david's feet, between his toes, up and down, from side to side, the taste of a man is simply irresistible to her and men's feet are one of her favorite foods. david on the other hand struggles with the idea of ??escaping, but the tongue on his feet awakens instincts in him, his crotch begins to awaken despite the fear. blair licked david's feet for many minutes, eating each worm flavored with david's feet, enjoying the mix of flavors between honey and youthful sweat, salty, sweet, sour and an explosion of flavor.   enough of feet for now, plus with my magic i can make them keep their natural flavor infinitely, i'll be back later to sink my teeth into them baby, but there's a sausage that's dripping milk waiting for me, it's a very big one apparently and i'm so hungry for it. blair throws david down on the table, no longer having any respect for the young man, to her he's just a snack, he's just dinner and you're not being nice to your food, you just enjoy it. david feels as scared as he is excited, something similar to what male praying mantises can experience, he's about to have the orgasm of his life, but the price will be to end up inside the stomach of this sensual but dangerous witch. blair's tongue begins to run over david's glans, her mouth is so warm, so magical, so wet. don't be afraid, i'm not going to eat you in bites... although i could... i prefer to swallow you whole, so you feel the full sensation of being swallowed alive, i'm just giving you a taste of how it will feel to go down my throat and be inside me. about cooking you, it's merely ritualistic, after all, food before being eaten should feel like food. don't you think? another snap of his fingers and david was this time without control of his muscles with his vulnerable ass completely exposed and pineapple slices on his back. without warning blair's tongue begins to play with david's anus, sticking her tongue in and out and then down to his glans, the sensation is extremely new to david, but strangely pleasant, maybe this being a sensual witch's dinner wouldn't end up being so bad after all... ___________________ if you're a fan of this theme and if you're turned on by the idea of ??seeing guys treated like dinner, let me know! i'll be happy to read what you think. i have customized clients of this fetish but i've never dedicated myself to bringing something vore to the store, beyond a macro vore, this time we're taking a risk with a cocking :), if the community responds well i could even open an annex store for this. ]]> Thu 13 Nov 2025 08:23:52 +0200 https://pornito.xxx/videos/6946648/pilot-hungry-witch-addicted-to-feet-and-cum-get-a-handsome-young-guy-for-dinner-david-ft-blair-mkv-format/ https://pornito.xxx/videos/6939707/pilot-hungry-witch-addicted-to-feet-and-cum-get-a-handsome-young-guy-for-dinner-david-ft-blair/
Was it parsley or cilantro? i can't believe i forgot again. david thought in the middle of the kitchen seasoning aisle until an apple lightly hits the school boy's sneakers.david looks at the apple and picks it up by inertia. sorry! it seems that the food is trying to get away from me! * flirtatious laugh *david looks at her astonished, an older girl with huge breasts and a very revealing dress was right in front of the teenager. david is an 18 year old high school boy, that's what we call, someone who is starting to be a sexually active man, his dick stands up every 2x3 at any time of the day, in the living room, in the shower, when going to bed, when waking up, when going out for a run, when playing video games with friends, in the shower again. his hormones are at full blast and his dick simply can't hide it, when he sees that huge pair of tits his manhood shows a noticeable and huge erection fighting against the fabric of his school uniform. excuse me, will you give me my apple back? i need it for dinner tonight. the woman says in a seductive tone. oh yeah, of course! i'm sorry, the blond boy says, speaking awkwardly. here, i don't know why i have a feeling and i guess that you were looking for this, i also need it for dinner tonight. the hot woman says, looking at him with the eyes of a sex-hungry cat while she hands the young man a bag of cilantro. sure! it was cilantro i was looking for, thank you very much! my old lady always scolds me when i confuse the two. you've saved my life, my old lady would probably have broken my neck if i came with parsley again, is there anything i can do for you? yes, you can and i would love to ask you for help with the grocery bags, i have to buy a lot of things and i don't think i can carry them all by myself, i have a lot of back pain lately from carrying so much weight, she said all that while she subtly massaged her tits. it was very obvious, she was flirting with him. i've also seen you go from school to your house quite a few times while i water my plants, i'm sure my house is on the way to yours. it all seemed like a dream, a hot blonde asks him for help with the bags to her house but not only that, she had obviously seen him many times and that made her understand that maybe he was genuinely interested in him. i'm very lonely at home, it wouldn't hurt me to have someone for dinner... i mean eat with someone today after having some fun. she didn't even finish her sentence when david was already running towards the cash register line. (he looks delicious, she thought, just the way i like them, thin, with a cute face, with small butts and delicious feet that taste like teenagers... mmmm i don't want to wait to get home to eat and have fun.) the way home was very awkward, neither of them said a single word, probably because they are completely different people with different interests and also because of the fact that the only thing they did on the way was fantasize about what they were going to do to each other. david innocently fantasized about gags her with his dick and treating her like a bitch while fucking her, but she had other plans. would it be orange or fine herb teenager? maybe he could explore different recipes before actually eating it, after all when you're a witch and you have magic you can do many things. when david arrived at the house, he noticed something strange, it didn't look like a 20 girl's house at all, although she was visibly older than him, it wasn't to the point that so many generations separate them. the house was full of plants in the garden, but there was a lot of dust and cobwebs everywhere, the decoration also seemed strange, there were many photos of an older lady, it must be his granny, david thought without giving much importance to those details.   blair, my name is blair? and yours?david, said the boy a little shy because of the girl's imposing feminine figure, her tits and her curves. would you like to stay for lunch? i was going to make something for two, but my friend cancelled at the last minute and i don't want to have dinner alone... i'd love to, david answers with a smile * his stomach growls * although i'm very hungry, by any chance do you have something quick to regain energy before dinner? yes of course i think i have something in one of these bags, just give me a moment, david couldn't see him, but blair sketches a sinister smile as she turns her back to bend down and search for something in her bags. the blonde's buttocks, exposed to david's eyes, only made him wish more for the moment to sink his teeth into it. here it is, this apple, it's special. you can eat it, but bite it... and you can end up inside me... forever inside her? if this wasn't an invitation to fuck then david didn't know what it was. david played along and bit into the apple without thinking, however, as he did so his eyes felt strangely heavy, as if his mind was traveling to other planes of ecstasy and happiness, however when he opened his eyes he found himself with his hands and feet tied, strangely his feet were resting on a plate on the table. he couldn't let go of the apple anymore, it was completely stuck to his mouth as if it were a gag. but not only that, some kind of juice was flowing out of the apple which david didn't know about but it intensified all his senses. weren't you taught not to accept things from strangers? blair laughs, now revealing her true identity as a witch.i'm so hungry, but i never thought that tonight's dinner would be... so delicious. she says while looking at david's feet on the plate. dinner? was she planning to eat his feet in a literal way? david looked everywhere for clues that this was a game, but the photos of the old lady didn't help, the vinyl records, the aniseed sweets on the table, but what finished detailing it, was a metal box of cookies with the lid open, that box did not contain cookies but only threads and needles to sew... you are not a 20 girl you are an old witch, exclaims david almost incomprehensible because of the apple that prevents him from closing his teeth to modulate words. but you are so smart, as well as handsome. that's right! and you know what i eat to stay so young? well, you guessed it, young and handsome men like you, your sperm, your penis, your feet, your ass, all of that will be my dinner today and i think i'll start with my favorite snack, she mentions as she begins to take off david's shoes. mmmmm i love that young man scent, if they smell like that i can already imagine how tasty they're going to taste when i sink my teeth into them. with a snap of his fingers david had his feet completely covered in palm honey with sour worms in the middle. who says dessert has to be eaten after the main meal? after asking openly and sarcastically, blair begins to use her playful tongue on the soles of david's feet, between his toes, up and down, from side to side, the taste of a man is simply irresistible to her and men's feet are one of her favorite foods. david on the other hand struggles with the idea of ??escaping, but the tongue on his feet awakens instincts in him, his crotch begins to awaken despite the fear. blair licked david's feet for many minutes, eating each worm flavored with david's feet, enjoying the mix of flavors between honey and youthful sweat, salty, sweet, sour and an explosion of flavor.   enough of feet for now, plus with my magic i can make them keep their natural flavor infinitely, i'll be back later to sink my teeth into them baby, but there's a sausage that's dripping milk waiting for me, it's a very big one apparently and i'm so hungry for it. blair throws david down on the table, no longer having any respect for the young man, to her he's just a snack, he's just dinner and you're not being nice to your food, you just enjoy it. david feels as scared as he is excited, something similar to what male praying mantises can experience, he's about to have the orgasm of his life, but the price will be to end up inside the stomach of this sensual but dangerous witch. blair's tongue begins to run over david's glans, her mouth is so warm, so magical, so wet. don't be afraid, i'm not going to eat you in bites... although i could... i prefer to swallow you whole, so you feel the full sensation of being swallowed alive, i'm just giving you a taste of how it will feel to go down my throat and be inside me. about cooking you, it's merely ritualistic, after all, food before being eaten should feel like food. don't you think? another snap of his fingers and david was this time without control of his muscles with his vulnerable ass completely exposed and pineapple slices on his back. without warning blair's tongue begins to play with david's anus, sticking her tongue in and out and then down to his glans, the sensation is extremely new to david, but strangely pleasant, maybe this being a sensual witch's dinner wouldn't end up being so bad after all... ___________________ if you're a fan of this theme and if you're turned on by the idea of ??seeing guys treated like dinner, let me know! i'll be happy to read what you think. i have customized clients of this fetish but i've never dedicated myself to bringing something vore to the store, beyond a macro vore, this time we're taking a risk with a cocking :), if the community responds well i could even open an annex store for this. ]]> Sun 09 Nov 2025 17:36:51 +0200 https://pornito.xxx/videos/6939707/pilot-hungry-witch-addicted-to-feet-and-cum-get-a-handsome-young-guy-for-dinner-david-ft-blair/ https://pornito.xxx/videos/6819799/your-adoptive-cousins-bully-your-cock-when-they-discover-you-wanking-with-their-shoes-joeng-kaen-kent/
You are on vacation with your adoptive family, you have to share a room with your adoptive cousins, can you resist the temptation of the smell of their shoes and socks? you are surrounded by feet, dangers and temptations are the order of the day. ]]> Mon 11 Aug 2025 11:49:27 +0200 https://pornito.xxx/videos/6819799/your-adoptive-cousins-bully-your-cock-when-they-discover-you-wanking-with-their-shoes-joeng-kaen-kent/ https://pornito.xxx/videos/6811281/tickling-beach-boy-s-soles-burried-in-the-sand-waking-up-your-buddies-with-tickles/
I'm not going to lie, it was always a huge personal fantasy to be able to record this kind of tickling.we never dared because of the embarrassment of doing it on a beach in the open air, but then again, embarrassment is for thieves.i've often seen fanarts of guys buried in the sand with only their heads and feet out of the sand, and i don't know, but the mere fact that they are the only visible parts and that the guy looks so helpless and with his feet so at your mercy. it's something that gives me an instant erection just thinking about it, even before i start tickling those exposed and vulnerable soles of the feet, why the hell are the soles of men's feet so delicious? does anyone have an idea? ]]> Mon 04 Aug 2025 02:19:08 +0200 https://pornito.xxx/videos/6811281/tickling-beach-boy-s-soles-burried-in-the-sand-waking-up-your-buddies-with-tickles/ https://pornito.xxx/videos/6806341/being-the-bitch-at-the-beach-using-our-gay-friend-in-our-holidays-kaen-comeback/
If you are the gay guy of the groupit's mean you are the toy of your handsome straight guy friends.you are part of the group but you know your role in the group is otheryou can go even to vacations with them but you know that you will bethe whole travel begging to serve them and suck their delicious straight guys feet. ___( if you want just foot worship clip comes more often to the store consider supporting this clip, i miss record foot worship and just foot worship format so much, cause that was our main focus at the start of this travel in the foot content) ]]> Fri 01 Aug 2025 00:33:49 +0200 https://pornito.xxx/videos/6806341/being-the-bitch-at-the-beach-using-our-gay-friend-in-our-holidays-kaen-comeback/