Jennifer stepped into the kitchen, her high heels clicking against the tile floor. She was in a rush to get ready for her date, but she couldn't help but feel a sudden craving for something sweet. Her eyes landed on the cake sitting on the counter, and she grinned. It was one of those moments when a woman's heart ruled her head, and she decided to indulge herself.
She heard a faint sound coming from behind her and turned to see her slave, Ben, lying on the floor. He was wearing nothing but his underwear, his gaze fixed on her feet. She sighed, knowing exactly what he was thinking. But first things first - she needed that cake.
Ignoring Ben for now, Jennifer grabbed a small step-stool and climbed up onto the counter. Her bra and mini skirt hugged her body as she leaned over the cake, admiring it before finally sinking her teeth into the rich, creamy frosting. She closed her eyes, savoring the sweet taste as she took another bite.
As she was about to take another bite, she felt something warm on her feet. She looked down to see Ben's face right between her legs, his eyes locked on her feet. She let out a small laugh, amused by his devotion to her feet.
"Go ahead," she said, her voice dripping with seduction. "Have a taste."
Ben's tongue darted out, tracing the arch of her foot before he buried his face between her legs, his tongue lapping up every drop of sweat and moisture that had gathered there. Jennifer let out a soft moan, feeling a surge of pleasure wash over her.
She finished off her piece of cake and climbed down from the counter, her hips swaying slightly as she made her way over to Ben. She stood over him, her legs spread slightly, giving him an unobstructed view of her most intimate parts.
"That's more like it," she said, her voice low and husky. "Now maybe you can earn your keep tonight."
With that, she stepped off the step-stool and onto Ben's chest, using him as a makeshift seat. She leaned back, her bra-clad breasts pressing against his chest as she watched him with a mix of amusement and desire.
"You know," she said, running her fingers through his hair, "I think I'll keep you. You're much more entertaining than any man could ever be."
As she spoke, she reached down and began to unzip her skirt, revealing a lacy black thong. She teasingly held it up for Ben to see before slowly lowering it over her hips, letting him get a good look at her perfect ass.
Ben's cock, already hard from his earlier ordeal, throbbed painfully against the floor. But he knew better than to touch himself without permission. Instead, he focused on pleasing her, using his tongue to trace the lines of her thong before slowly pushing it aside and exposing her wet, ready pussy.
Jennifer moaned, the sound of Ben's eager tongue lapping at her pussy sending shivers of pleasure down her spine. She reached down and grabbed his hair, pulling his head closer to her pussy as she began to ride his face.
"Fuck, yes," she breathed, her fingers digging into his scalp as she grinded her hips against his face. "Eat my pussy, you pathetic little loser. Show me how much you love my feet."
Her words were a mixture of insults and moans, each one driving Ben further into a state of blissful submission. He could feel her juices dripping down his chin as he traced his tongue along her sensitive inner folds, teasing her clit until she could take no more.
Just as she was about to climax, she pulled away, leaving Ben hungry for more. She stood up, her thong-clad ass still hovering tantalizingly close to his face.
"Not yet," she purred, running a finger along his chin. "I haven't decided if you've been a good boy or not."
With that, she turned and walked away, leaving Ben to wonder if he would ever be allowed to taste her sweet cunt again. But for now, he was content to lie there, his cock still hard and aching, imagining the feel of her soft, warm pussy wrapped around his cock.
Amy Squirrel presents: 'Feet On Face In The Kitchen 2', featuring gorgeous Amy as she teases and pleasures her slave Ben. Don't miss out on this hot scene – check it out now!
