Serpents of Smoke - Lady Angela makes you kneel and worship her red bottom high heels while she is relaxing with her vape cigarette with foot fetish and soles

Description: The thin blue smoke curling like lazy serpents above her head. you lower your eyes to the sh oe bottoms lacquered sheen has a glossy, almost wet appearance, reflecting the dim light in the room. it is smooth and flawless, with no visible scratches or imperfections.   the red glistens with a deep, glossy finish, reflecting the dim light of the room and creating a mesmerizing effect.smooth and flawless, shimmered in the light like a polished mirror. its hue a deep, rich brown, almost black, with hints of red and gold reflected in its finish. , tongue trembling over the hard edge of the instep, trustingly devoted. the sweet tang of resin and leather clings to your taste. she exhales again, the vapor drifting over your scalp, and taps an impatient rhythm onto your bowed neck.   "good," she murmurs, half to herself, half to the room. her heel pushes against your jaw—gentle, measured pressure, just enough to keep you from looking up. the lightest touch leaves a welt of submission and longing.   she laughs once, and stretches her calf so you must follow, your lips parting to catch the flash of her ankle. "slower," she drawls, glancing down at you. "savor it. i paid extra for the patent, you know."   saliva pools, your mouth working over the delicate arch, each motion deeper into submission.