Foxy Fun

The mere fact that Ms Mukta is wearing her foxy fun socks doesn't make things any easier for the prisoner-slave in the stocks who must still respectfully kiss her dirty sneakers under the watchful eye of her manly husband; and in the presence of his gaoler's mighty whip!












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