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We encountered him Five years ago. From that highly very first video, Abraham made it clear who he was: an absolute alpha-imposing, magnetic, desired. His male beauty, sculpted body, and superior attitude quickly made him a devotee favorite. But there was always one limit. No matter how much we insisted... no matter how many of you prayed for it... for five long years, he refused to do a footjob. Until now.We did it. We persuaded him. And the moment he said yes, we knew-one gig wasn't going to be enough. It had to be epic. It had to be unforgettable. And it is.In this special video, you'll observe Abraham like never before. The same flawless body. The same overwhelming presence. But this time, providing you what we've all daydreamed about for years: His highly first footjob. And not just any footjob. You'll observe him in 3 different settings-each one hotter, each one more intense. Every shot, every gesture, every stroke... unspoiled submission. unspoiled dominance. unspoiled pleasure. And pay close attention. Because if Abraham was going to make his sole jerk debut, we had to do it big.Four cumshots. 3 scenes. One video. And one name you'll never forget. Abraham.Abraham's Interrogation: Military sole jerk EditionAn empty military base. Abraham stands alone, imposing in his uniform-each muscle of his stone-carved figure hugged cock-squeezing by the fabric. The sheer authority radiating from him is unlikely to ignore. He's a man in command, a natural-born alpha used to being obeyed.When Pain-Fabricio-walks in claiming he's been sent to pick up a computer with recruit information, the commander doesn't buy a word of it. He doesn't recognize him. No warning, no paperwork. And Abraham's instincts are never wrong. That face, that obedient posture-he can't be a real soldier.He trusses him to a tabouret sans hesitation. Like a thief... or worse, a spy.Fabricio is trapped. Helpless. Exposed. Abraham approaches slowly, each step powerful with purpose. The uniform spreads throughout his massive, flawless body. And when he arches in close to examine him-he finds something far more revealing than forged orders.An erection. Thick. Heavy. pulsating under Fabricio's pants. Undeniable. Abraham smirks. Every time he presses down on him, every time his feet graze his chest or his odor packs the air, that lollipop responds. It throbs. It begs. There's no doubt anymore-this isn't a soldier. This is something else entirely.Someone who craves humiliation. Someone who needs to be owned.The penalty begins. Abraham elevates one sole and plants it inbetween Fabricio's legs. He begins wanking with strenght and precision, using only the feet of his feet. Big, rough, powerful-trained to dominate. They slip over the shaft, gripping it, taunting it, taking control. Fabricio shrieks thru clenched teeth. He can't touch himself. He can't move. He can only capitulate to his commander's rhythm.And then it happens. The highly first cumshot. Explosive. Messy. Uncontrolled. All with Abraham's feet.No one would believe it's his highly first time providing a footjob... He moves like a man who's done this all his life.The CEO's FootslaveThis time, we come in a more complicated universe. Abraham is a high-level executive, commanding authority with every move. He wears a flawless suit, though his bulky figure rejects to linger covert underneath the fabric. There's something irresistible in the way his contained intensity unveils itself-in how he sits, how he stares, how he flips his feet inwards those large, polished sundress shoes.In front of him-or rather, underneath him-Fabricio exists solely for pleasure. An object. A obedient worker whose only task is to serve, worship, and obey. He's strapped underneath the desk like another chunk of office furniture, dressed in a collar designed specifically for his gigantic cock. A chain connects him directly to his master's foot, and Abraham fucktoys with it absentmindedly while working, dragging it against his sole, taunting him with effortless control, like triggering a machine built to surrender.The steady tension, the pull of the chain, the fever radiating from feet encased in leather... it all builds inwards Fabricio like a command with no voice. There's no need for words. The climax arrives-explosive, unstoppable-provoked by nothing more than the presence of a sole that never even left its shoe, and the cold, flawless indifference of a tormentor who knows exactly what kind of intensity he holds.Lucky's sole Addiction: Two Cumshots, 0 RegretsAbraham was there-in my living room-stretching after the game like a Greek god carved in flesh. His exercise clothes were still damp, clinging to that sculpted, overheated body. The dried sweat on his flesh crammed the bedroom with a thick, male odor that wrapped around everything. But what indeed make me crazy were his feet: wrapped in gigantic football socks, dirty, worn, marked by use-proof of strength, dominance, manhood.I couldn't help myself. I approached him like a recognizing its master. The smell hammer me before I even touched him-moisture, used fabric, skin, testosterone. I didn't need to say a word. I looked at him, suggesting myself. I needed to do this. I had to touch them.He let me. Rested his feet on my lap. And I dove in. Like an addict. I kneaded them, inhaled them, pressed my face against them. I submerged my nose in those socks, sighing in until my lungs burned. The sweat doused through, soaking my skin. My lollipop hardened so prompt it hurt. It throbbed, pulsed-and he noticed.But he didn't stop me.He toyed with me. With my need. He kneaded his sole against my bulge, pressed down with the fever of his sole, taunted me with those gigantic toes wrapped in sweat-soaked fabric. I closed my eyes. Trembled. And when that damp sock touched my tip... I exploded. My highly first climax hammer like lightning. Raw. Intense. Unstoppable.But Abraham wasn't completed with me.He peeled off his socks slowly, letting the pent up fever break away like a peaceful punishment. His feet were hot, scarcely damp, the flesh rough, the feet toughened, and that crazy odor clung to my tongue. I took them in my palms like a prize. Dropped to my knees sans realizing it. adored them. kneaded them on my face, on my chest... then on my still-hard cock, begging for more.He observed from above. Used me. Stepped on me. Owned me with every touch. He pressed with his arch, dragged with his heel, claimed me with every motion.And then, sans warning, I came again. My face wet, his sole pressed against my hard cock. The shriek torn from my chest like a growl-raw, humiliated, satisfied.And still... I craved more.With feet like his... twice is never enough.
We encountered him Five years ago. From that highly very first video, Abraham made it clear who he was: an absolute alpha-imposing, magnetic, desired. His male beauty, sculpted body, and superior attitude quickly made him a devotee favorite. But there was always one limit. No matter how much we insisted... no matter how many of you prayed for it... for five long years, he refused to do a footjob. Until now.We did it. We persuaded him. And the moment he said yes, we knew-one gig wasn't going to be enough. It had to be epic. It had to be unforgettable. And it is.In this special video, you'll observe Abraham like never before. The same flawless body. The same overwhelming presence. But this time, providing you what we've all daydreamed about for years: His highly first footjob. And not just any footjob. You'll observe him in 3 different settings-each one hotter, each one more intense. Every shot, every gesture, every stroke... unspoiled submission. unspoiled dominance. unspoiled pleasure. And pay close attention. Because if Abraham was going to make his sole jerk debut, we had to do it big.Four cumshots. 3 scenes. One video. And one name you'll never forget. Abraham.Abraham's Interrogation: Military sole jerk EditionAn empty military base. Abraham stands alone, imposing in his uniform-each muscle of his stone-carved figure hugged cock-squeezing by the fabric. The sheer authority radiating from him is unlikely to ignore. He's a man in command, a natural-born alpha used to being obeyed.When Pain-Fabricio-walks in claiming he's been sent to pick up a computer with recruit information, the commander doesn't buy a word of it. He doesn't recognize him. No warning, no paperwork. And Abraham's instincts are never wrong. That face, that obedient posture-he can't be a real soldier.He trusses him to a tabouret sans hesitation. Like a thief... or worse, a spy.Fabricio is trapped. Helpless. Exposed. Abraham approaches slowly, each step powerful with purpose. The uniform spreads throughout his massive, flawless body. And when he arches in close to examine him-he finds something far more revealing than forged orders.An erection. Thick. Heavy. pulsating under Fabricio's pants. Undeniable. Abraham smirks. Every time he presses down on him, every time his feet graze his chest or his odor packs the air, that lollipop responds. It throbs. It begs. There's no doubt anymore-this isn't a soldier. This is something else entirely.Someone who craves humiliation. Someone who needs to be owned.The penalty begins. Abraham elevates one sole and plants it inbetween Fabricio's legs. He begins wanking with strenght and precision, using only the feet of his feet. Big, rough, powerful-trained to dominate. They slip over the shaft, gripping it, taunting it, taking control. Fabricio shrieks thru clenched teeth. He can't touch himself. He can't move. He can only capitulate to his commander's rhythm.And then it happens. The highly first cumshot. Explosive. Messy. Uncontrolled. All with Abraham's feet.No one would believe it's his highly first time providing a footjob... He moves like a man who's done this all his life.The CEO's FootslaveThis time, we come in a more complicated universe. Abraham is a high-level executive, commanding authority with every move. He wears a flawless suit, though his bulky figure rejects to linger covert underneath the fabric. There's something irresistible in the way his contained intensity unveils itself-in how he sits, how he stares, how he flips his feet inwards those large, polished sundress shoes.In front of him-or rather, underneath him-Fabricio exists solely for pleasure. An object. A obedient worker whose only task is to serve, worship, and obey. He's strapped underneath the desk like another chunk of office furniture, dressed in a collar designed specifically for his gigantic cock. A chain connects him directly to his master's foot, and Abraham fucktoys with it absentmindedly while working, dragging it against his sole, taunting him with effortless control, like triggering a machine built to surrender.The steady tension, the pull of the chain, the fever radiating from feet encased in leather... it all builds inwards Fabricio like a command with no voice. There's no need for words. The climax arrives-explosive, unstoppable-provoked by nothing more than the presence of a sole that never even left its shoe, and the cold, flawless indifference of a tormentor who knows exactly what kind of intensity he holds.Lucky's sole Addiction: Two Cumshots, 0 RegretsAbraham was there-in my living room-stretching after the game like a Greek god carved in flesh. His exercise clothes were still damp, clinging to that sculpted, overheated body. The dried sweat on his flesh crammed the bedroom with a thick, male odor that wrapped around everything. But what indeed make me crazy were his feet: wrapped in gigantic football socks, dirty, worn, marked by use-proof of strength, dominance, manhood.I couldn't help myself. I approached him like a recognizing its master. The smell hammer me before I even touched him-moisture, used fabric, skin, testosterone. I didn't need to say a word. I looked at him, suggesting myself. I needed to do this. I had to touch them.He let me. Rested his feet on my lap. And I dove in. Like an addict. I kneaded them, inhaled them, pressed my face against them. I submerged my nose in those socks, sighing in until my lungs burned. The sweat doused through, soaking my skin. My lollipop hardened so prompt it hurt. It throbbed, pulsed-and he noticed.But he didn't stop me.He toyed with me. With my need. He kneaded his sole against my bulge, pressed down with the fever of his sole, taunted me with those gigantic toes wrapped in sweat-soaked fabric. I closed my eyes. Trembled. And when that damp sock touched my tip... I exploded. My highly first climax hammer like lightning. Raw. Intense. Unstoppable.But Abraham wasn't completed with me.He peeled off his socks slowly, letting the pent up fever break away like a peaceful punishment. His feet were hot, scarcely damp, the flesh rough, the feet toughened, and that crazy odor clung to my tongue. I took them in my palms like a prize. Dropped to my knees sans realizing it. adored them. kneaded them on my face, on my chest... then on my still-hard cock, begging for more.He observed from above. Used me. Stepped on me. Owned me with every touch. He pressed with his arch, dragged with his heel, claimed me with every motion.And then, sans warning, I came again. My face wet, his sole pressed against my hard cock. The shriek torn from my chest like a growl-raw, humiliated, satisfied.And still... I craved more.With feet like his... twice is never enough.
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