Revenge On Daddy

Katya Rodriguez sat in the hotel lobby tapping her heel like a metronome. Another no-show from sugar daddy number seven. Jake, the spoiled offspring she’d met once, took one look at her scowl and offered Plan B: petty revenge, raw and immediate. He dropped to the floor in her room, palms already warm, thumbs pressing circles into the arch of her foot. Katya rolled her eyes but didn’t pull away. Within seconds her whole foot was in his mouth, tongue sliding between every toe like he’d trained for the Olympics of freaky foot play. She raised an eyebrow. He moaned. She realized the kid had a full-blown fetish and decided to lean in. "You want it stepped on?" she teased. Jake’s cock sprang up, already throbbing. Katya pressed down—slow at first, heel against the shaft, ball of her foot grinding until his head glistened. The pressure had him gasping and leaking onto the hardwood. Then he flipped the script. He shoved inside her without the usual slow-and-steady preamble, hips snapping hard enough to rattle the lamp. Katya’s moans broke into wild laughter every time the headboard smacked the wall. The harder he fucked, the faster her climax arrived—tight, sudden, unstoppable. Through it all he kept his mouth busy, licking the crease of her sole, sucking each painted toe while she fluttered and clenched around him. By the third orgasm she could taste the victory, bitter-sweet as salt on skin. Sugar daddy never called back; Jake’s mouthprint stayed on her foot for days.