For this video gen I used the WAN2.2 WAN 2.2 I2V 14B Lightspeed (S) High/Low models from https://civitai.com/models/1981116?modelVersionId=2388548 . I used the ComfyUI workflow from the same creator at https://civitai.com/models/1823089

This video used this LORA: https://civitai.red/models/2597860/self-foot-worshipsmelling

The dim blue glow of the studio lamp painted everything in a sensual haze as the anthro rabbit girl—blonde as spilled honey, ears twitching with every spark of pleasure—sat cross-legged on the velvet chaise. Her tan fur gleamed with a light sheen of sweat, white belly rising and falling in shallow, needy breaths. Blue eyes half-lidded, lashes fluttering like butterfly wings, she stared at the hind paw she’d raised high between her splayed thighs. Pink paw pads, wrinkled and glistening, arched toward her face like an offering. The scent hit her first: salty, musky, warm, with that unmistakable earthy tang of sweat and skin that made her nipples tighten and her fluffy tail curl against her lower back.

“Fuck… your feet smell so good,” she whispered, voice husky and trembling. “I can taste it already.”

Her pink tongue darted out, catching the first thin thread of her own drool. She licked a slow stripe along her lower lip, tasting the slick saliva she’d already coaxed from her parted buckteeth. The room filled with the wet sound of her tongue sliding against her fangs—sharp, wet clicks that echoed in the quiet air. Then she leaned in.

Her hot, breathy puff of air washed over the sole of the paw. The scent intensified—deeper, muskier, like warm leather and fresh sweat after a long day. Her whiskers twitched. She inhaled greedily, nostrils flaring, tongue flicking out to taste the salt on the pad. A low, needy moan slipped from her throat, vibrating through her chest.

“Mmm… salty… so fucking salty,” she breathed, eyes rolling back. Her free paw clutched her own thigh, claws pricking soft tan fur. She dragged the raised paw closer, pressing the wrinkled center directly against her nose. The warmth seeped through her whiskers, tingling along her face. She nuzzled it, cheek rubbing slow circles against the pink pad, inhaling so deep her chest heaved.

The first long, thick string of saliva slid from her open mouth, stretching like warm taffy between her tongue and the stretched skin of her paw pad. It snapped with a wet *plop*, coating her tongue in a thick, glossy layer. She moaned louder, hips rolling unconsciously against the air.

“Oh god… your paws are so fucking perfect,” she panted, voice cracking. “Look at you—wrinkled and shiny for me. I could worship you all night.”

She opened wide, pink tongue lolling out in full view. The strand stretched further, glistening under the blue light. She poked it with the tip of her own tongue, swirling it around the saliva, then licked a broad, slow stripe from the center of the paw pad straight up to her own glistening lower lip. The taste exploded—salty, musky, warm, with that faint metallic tang of her own spit. Her knees buckled slightly as pleasure shot straight to her core.

“Fuuuuck… yes,” she groaned, ears flattening in bliss. Her body arched, tail thumping the chaise. She started with gentle licks—long, deliberate strokes that made the paw pad glisten wetter. Every pass sent sparks of heat up her spine. Her whiskers quivered. She could feel the texture: soft furred top, but the pad underneath was smooth, warm, slightly yielding under her tongue. She sucked the skin lightly between her teeth, tasting the faint salt crystals.

“Such a good girl,” a deep, rumbling voice purred from the doorway. A tall, muscular male anthro rabbit leaned against the frame, arms crossed, tail flicking lazily. His own hind paws—brown and equally sweaty—flexed. “Keep going. Worship them like the needy slut you are.”

She didn’t even look up. Her tongue worked faster now, tracing the toes, sucking each pink pad between her lips with obscene wet smacks. Drool ran down her chin in shiny rivulets, dripping onto the paw and back onto her own tongue. She moaned around it, the vibration traveling straight to her clit.

“Mmmpph—*slurp*—so warm… your feet are so fucking sweaty…” she mumbled between licks, voice muffled and obscene. She switched paws, taking the other one, nuzzling the wrinkled top, then licking the sole in long, hungry drags. Every time her tongue touched the sensitive arch, her hips jerked and a fresh wave of drool escaped her mouth, splattering onto the second paw.

The male rabbit chuckled, voice thick with lust. “That’s it. Make a mess. I want to watch my little foot whore lose her mind.”

She couldn’t hold back anymore. The scent, the taste, the wet sounds, the way her own saliva coated the warm, living paw pad like warm oil—it was too much. Her blue eyes crossed completely. Her tongue worked in frantic, sloppy circles, sucking and licking and slurping the entire sole until it was shiny and dripping. Thick strings of saliva stretched between her tongue and the paw, breaking and reforming with every desperate bob of her head.

“Fuuuuck—your paws—ahh—gonna—gonna cum—” The words dissolved into a broken, whimpering moan. Her body seized. Her free paw clamped over her dripping cunt, claws digging in as invisible waves crashed through her. Her ears twitched wildly. Her tongue kept working the paw even as her hips bucked wildly, legs shaking.

“F-f-fuck—oh my god—your feet—gonna—*shiiiit*—” The orgasm hit like lightning. Her eyes rolled back, tongue still frantically licking and sucking the paw as her pussy clenched and squirted in a gushing, hand-free flood that splattered across the chaise. Her whole body convulsed, thighs clamping around the paw, tail thrashing. Thick ropes of her own cum leaked out, soaking the velvet.

She kept licking, kept sucking, kept worshiping even as the climax rolled on and on—mind-blowing, endless waves that made her vision white out. Her tongue never stopped. The wet *slurp-slurp-slurp* sounds filled the room, mixing with her broken, sobbing moans and the deep, approving rumble of her male partner’s laughter.

“Such a good foot girl,” he growled, voice echoing with dark pleasure. “Gushing like a faucet while you worship my paws. My perfect little saliva-drenched bunny whore.”

She only moaned louder around the paw, tongue swirling in the last lazy circles of her mind-shattering orgasm, completely lost in the taste, the scent, the wet heat of her own foot worship.

And the night was still young.