This is the treat you’ve been begging for, but only because I’ve decided you’re not worthy of anything more than my feet. My pale soles, soft and wrinkled, curl around your pathetic cock, the dark polish on my toes glinting as I move them just right to make you twitch. I don’t even want to be closer to you—I can barely stand the thought of giving you my body—so instead, you get the gift of being milked by my flawless feet. Every stroke is deliberate, every squeeze a reminder that you are beneath me, that your pleasure comes only when I allow it. You look down and see my painted toes flexing, dragging across your shaft, my arches wrapping tight as I milk you with every motion. The heat of humiliation and arousal burns through you as you realize that you’re nothing more than a toy, a good slut getting drained for my amusement. And when the moment comes, when your cock finally spills, it’s not yours to keep. No, that release belongs to me, smeared across the very soles that brought you th
