Queen Lytta's Feet: A Sensual and Dominant Treatment
Lytta rolled her eyes as she made her way towards the massage table, her high heels clicking against the tiled floor. She was wearing a black, skin-tight outfit that hugged her curves perfectly, accentuating her voluptuous figure. Her long blonde hair was pulled up in a messy bun, revealing the soft skin of her neck. As she reached the table, Lytta looked down at the patient lying on it, his face eagerly anticipating her touch.
Without a word, Lytta unzipped his pants and began to massage his legs, her fingers working deep into his muscles. However, there was an underlying sense of impatience in her movements - she clearly didn't enjoy doing this work, but it paid the bills. The patient couldn't help but notice the way her hands occasionally brushed against his growing erection, sending shockwaves of pleasure through him.
As she continued to massage, Lytta leaned in close, her breath warm against his ear. "Do you like this?" she purred, her voice low and seductive. "Because I can make it better... much better." Without waiting for a response, she straddled the patient's legs, her flip-flops clattering against each other.
With a slow, deliberate motion, Lytta began to use her feet to massage him further, her soles sliding up and down his thighs. "Now close your eyes and imagine it's my face buried between your legs," she whispered, her voice husky with desire. "Feel my hot breath on your cock... feel my lips wrapping around the head."
Under Lytta's skilled ministrations, the patient was quickly losing control. His cock throbbed in anticipation of her touch, every inch of his skin sensitive to her feet. As she increased the intensity of her footwork, Lytta leaned in closer, her cleavage pressing against his chest.
"That's it," she purred, running her fingers through his hair. "Let go... let me take care of you." With a final, expert stroke of her feet, Lytta leaned down and gently kissed the tip of his cock, eliciting a groan of pleasure from the patient.
Suddenly, the door to the room opened, interrupting them. A harried-looking nurse poked her head in, looking at her watch. "I'm sorry, but your time is up," she said, glancing at the clock on the wall. "You'll have to finish this another time."
Lytta rolled her eyes but reluctantly stood up, casting a smoldering glance over her shoulder at the patient. "I'll be back next week," she promised, her voice dripping with sexual promise. With that, she slipped off her flip-flops and walked out of the room, leaving the patient panting and wanting more.
As Lytta walked away, she couldn't help but smile. She knew she had left him wanting more - after all, that was her specialty. The studio where she worked, 7g 7 Goddesses Feet Fjobs Ballb, specialized in foot fetish videos, and Lytta was their most sought-after performer. Her long, slender legs and perfect feet were works of art, and she knew how to use them to drive her clients wild.
As she made her way back to her office, Lytta couldn't help but wonder who would be her next patient. Who would be lucky enough to feel the sensuous brush of her toes against their skin? She couldn't wait to find out.
