[Anita Feet]Mistress Anita Fucks Slave's Mouth With Her Feet[/Anita Feet]
Riding on top of her submissive slave, Mistress Anita commanded him to look up at her feet. He couldn't believe his luck as he stared at her perfect toes peeking out from beneath the sheer stockings that encased them. Her painted nails matched the passion red of her latex catsuit, drawing the eye to her feet like a beacon. The slave couldn't resist the urge to touch them, gently running his tongue along the arch of her foot, tasting the sweet scent of her perfume.
Mistress Anita leaned down, her face inches from his, and whispered seductively, "You like looking at my feet, don't you?" She smirked, knowing full well that the answer was yes.
Without warning, she slid her foot between his lips, pushing it against his tongue. "Suck on them," she ordered, watching as the slave's eyes rolled back into his head in ecstasy. Her foot was warm and inviting, and he sucked on it hungrily, drawing deep moans of pleasure from his Mistress.
As he worshipped her feet, Mistress Anita began to slowly grind her hips against him, her soft moans of pleasure filling the air. Her other foot tapped rhythmically against the mattress, drawing attention to the perfect shape of her high-heeled shoe. The slave's hands reached up to grab her legs, pulling them closer to him as he pressed his face deeper into her feet.
Their sexual energy was palpable as Mistress Anita leaned forward, brushing her tits against his face. "Now it's time to pay attention to my other assets," she said, winking. She unsnapped her catsuit at the neck, revealing her perfect breasts encased in a lacy black bra. She ran one of her stocking-clad feet up the side of his face, teasing him with the anticipation of what was to come.
With one swift movement, she cupped her breast in his mouth, thrusting her chest forward as he ran his tongue over her nipple. They moaned in unison, their bodies entwined in a dance of dominance and submission. As he suckled on her breast, Mistress Anita slid her foot deeper into his mouth, forcing him to take her entire foot between his lips.
She began to pump her hips harder, grinding her foot against his tongue with each thrust. Her other foot stomped rhythmically on the mattress, a clear signal for him to pay attention to her every command. She leaned down, her breasts pressing against his face, and whispered into his ear. "You're going to make me cum with your mouth, slave," she purred, her hot breath sending shivers down his spine.
The slave knew what he had to do. With all of his strength, he began to suck on Mistress Anita's foot, drawing her toes up towards him as he pushed his tongue deeper into her arches. He could feel her body shudder, the tremors running through her as she neared her climax.
And then, with a low moan, Mistress Anita threw her head back, arching her back as she sank her fingers into his hair. Her foot pressed harder against his tongue, and he tasted the sweet nectar of her orgasm as she finally let go. She rode out the wave of pleasure, her body trembling as she leaned against him, her hot breath bathing his face.
Finally, she pulled away, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "That's a good slave," she purred, running her fingers through his hair. "Now, let's see how well you can make me cum again." She slid off him, standing over him, her perfect ass in the air. "Do you want to taste me, slave?" she asked, arching an eyebrow.
The slave could only nod, his mouth watering at the thought of tasting his Mistress in a new way. Mistress Anita smiled, knowing that he would never tire of worshipping her feet and body. She spread her legs wide, inviting him to taste the delicate folds of her labia.
His tongue flicked out, tasting her sweetness for the first time. It was an intoxicating flavor, one that he couldn't get enough of. He lapped at her pussy like a hungry kitten, pushing his tongue deep inside her as she moaned in delight.
As he brought his Mistress to climax once again, he couldn't help but feel grateful for her dominance and the chance to please her in every way possible. He was her slave, and he would do anything she asked, as long as it meant he could taste her feet, her body, and her sweet, perfumed essence.
