I wore my VINTAGE patent buckled pumps from the ’70-ies to pedal pump those naughty pedals of my oldy car!
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I wore my VINTAGE patent buckled pumps from the ’70-ies to pedal pump those naughty pedals of my oldy car!
This video is coming up soon, now check the revving one with the same fancy shoes here
And we’re almost there! … back in thick nylons and cozy boots .. well, I miss more nylons than all-covering boots.. here’re some shots of my nyloned feet .. you almost can’t see anything but my feets’ silhouette;))
In this CUSTOM video I played a secretary tied up in the office raided by some fricks. There were only two of us there by that time, me and one of my collegues (he’ll remain invisible in the scene but I’ll talk to him all the time). We were ambushed and tied up tight. Since I had my wrists tied behind my back, I could just slightly move my toes tightly tied with a wire, right on my pantyhose evidencing my red nailpolish toes. I hate being shoeless with my nyloned feet on display like this, and the feeling of the toe-tie. But I actually believed to be able to untie myself and my collegue. I was fiercely attempting to free my toes, wiggling my toes up/down and back/forth, trying to stretch the tape by pulling them apart. But more I struggle, more I got in panic that I couldn’t set myself free. Moreover, my collegue was observing me doing my struggling with an unhidden excitement on his face staring at my hosed tightly tied moving toes!
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I have been tied up at the office together with an invisible colleague by intruders who now search for some secret company documents in another building. Although they were “nice” and neither threatening nor violent, I attempted to kick one of them with your high heels and earned … this special chair-tie with my shoes off, with my pretty red-pantyhosed toes tied together. My colleague won’t save the day: not only is he cuffed to a radiator, he is also a nice but passive lethargic who will just sedately wait for help. By contrast, I was utterly determined to take matters into my own hands (or rather feet): I knew that one of the desks nearby had a button which triggers an alarm. However, with my hands cuffed solidly behind my back, my only chance would be to activate it with my feet. I really try to somehow get out of the toe-tie and/or stretch the cable tie against all odds, sometimes also trying to get a grip with my toes on the floor to help my escape attempts. While I’m struggling to free my toes, my passive colleague suggests waiting for help to arrive and doubts that I will get free. Suddenly, the intruders drop in telling me that they will leave now. I defiantly request that they take off the toe-tie and let me put on my shoes.
The next scene shows me still in the same situation, but with the hemp rope “entangled” between my toes, hooking it in under my second and third toe of each foot. I just hate the feeling of the rope between my toes just as much as the toe-tie itself, and it’s becoming more and more angry and frustrated. ..
I wore my lovely black and crimson flip flops with stripped buckles. Even my toenails were polished in vivid crimson nailpolish, and I stretch my flopped feet right to the pedals to give a quick try and push the pedals in my cozy footwear. As I was driving my car, I would work on those pedals in my flip flops pushing them hard just with my tiptoes arching high those bare sweaty feet …
I was driving my boss from an important meeting, and it didn’t go well, so he was still on his cell phone as I started the car and pushed the gas pedal to part. He was really impressed by the decisiveness of my moves and by the sheer laced stockings that I had on that day and that now popped off my skirt. Now I knew I could do whatever I wanted, and I wanted him under my red-soled So Kates and my hosed feet. I would push hard and abrupt the pedals as I was driving, keep pumping on that gas pedal even when there were no need to…
I was spending my time with my family in our favourite bar, and as I was having my meal I was still dreaming of being alone with my man, stroking his hard cock with my sweaty feet full of desire.. But I could just dream of all this or … sliding my feet in those cute black braided sandals towards my man’s legs, I slightly embraced his calfs with both of my feet letting him know in what way I was thinking about him;))
Get hard watching me doing footsie here
I took several boxes to try on, and as I was preparing the new shoes to put on, I would start doing my lovely “thing” with those cute and very comfortable crimson flops that I had on that day. I would flex a lot my feet in my flops, then with my legs crossed, I strted to dangle my right shoe up and down hopping it against my bare heel and giving myself a sort of massage…