IMAGINE THIS: It‘s summer. The virus is defeated - FINALLY. .. (OnlyFans)

IMAGINE THIS: It‘s summer. The virus is defeated - FINALLY. And people are allowed to travel again. Of course, you already knew months before where your first goal was going to be: GERMANY. The land of the poets, fairytales, great inventors. 

But you wouldn‘t come here for sophisticated things like culture or history. That was clear from the start as well. Your perverted, pathetic and weak mind only craves one thing: Serving alpha studs like me and devoting their poor existence to them. And of course you insatible fuck chose the best of the best: The German Cashgod.

And here you are now. You booked a live session with the god. After a short introduction you already felt my infinite superiority over your beta ass. 

You already felt intimidated by my confidence, my height, my height, my eloquence - attributes you never had, don’t have and will never have. Learning this lesson has already happened long ago, but still hurts occasionally. 

... and after seing the beautiful Versace Medusa sign on the t-Shirt that covers my massive buff chest, the luxurious furniture, my expensive Mercedes in front of the house and my huge property with my large wide garden you realize another aspect you are completely inferior in: wealth. 

„This guy has it all!“ you are enviously thinking, but there was only room for envy for a split second as your weakness and submissiveness kicked in again. You saw me staring at you dominantly and you could not even hold eye contact for 2 seconds and immediately lowered your hand as a sign of pure devotion. 

We were walking through the garden... well I was walking, you were just crawling on all fours like a toddler and had a dog lead around the neck. I was barefoot. The summer son was burning in your sweaty neck...my feet where shining in the sun in an angelic and majestic way. 

„We will go inside now, fagg0t.“ I decided and so we did. But there was one problem...my feet were dirty. I couldn’t ruin my expensive polar bear carpet in the winter garden with my dirty feet. So you had to do what you can do best: „Drop to your knees and clean the feet, Slave!“ I commanded you to and gave you a pimpslap with the back of my hand. 

So you did like I ordered you to and licked all the dirt and dust from my perfect rough soles. It tasted terrible but godly at the same time and your useless, locked clit was starting to leak. 

[To be continued...]

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