Princess Alice, clad in her usual regal attire, sat on her throne, eyes fixed on the man kneeling before her. She was lustful and hungry for his touch. As he kissed the ground respectfully, she couldn't resist teasing him. "You love my feet, don't you?" she purred, lifting one delicate foot onto his shoulder. His tongue darted out to taste the strap of her high heel shoe. "You're such a poor little foot slave," she giggled, wiggling her toes playfully. Before he knew it, she had him bound in ropes and gagged with her panties. With a wicked smile, she straddled his chest, her royal nipples hard as diamonds against his lips. "You like that?" she crooned, pushing her dripping wet pussy onto his mouth. His tongue d arted in and out of her, lapping up her juices as she moaned and squirmed, her nails raking lightly over his scalp.
