A dame to worship

Kalina Ryu sits alone in her silk robe, staring at the phone like it owes her an orgasm. Beautiful, bored, and dripping. One call and some lucky bastard will arrive ready to plant his face between her toes and kiss every inch like it’s his religion. She wants worship, not chit-chat. When the guy shows, he drops straight to the floor, mouth hungry. He licks between each toe, tongue slow, tasting the day on her skin. She sighs, spreads her legs wider, and lets him crawl higher. Her pussy’s already slick and aching, clit swollen, lips puffy with need. He buries his tongue in her, lapping in long, greedy strokes, nose pressed against her while his hands still cup her feet like holy relics. Every suck, every moan of his tells her she’s the goddess here. She rocks against his mouth, laughing softly at how easy power comes when you know who to call.