Trampling, Mouth Gagging, and Footjobs for Anita's Slave
Anita Feet's latest video was titled "Trampling, Mouth Gagging an Footjobs For Anita's Slave." It featured a man lying prostrate on the floor as the alluring Anita teased him with her gorgeous long black and white striped stockings. The scene began with Anita standing over him, her legs crossed, one foot teasingly close to his face.
"Lick my feet, slave," she commanded, her voice dripping with authority. The man hesitated for just a moment before leaning forward, his tongue darting out to taste the soft skin of her instep. Anita smirked in satisfaction, her heel pressing down on his chest as she moved her other foot closer.
As he began to lick and kiss her feet in earnest, Anita slowly removed her shoes, revealing the smooth, perfect soles of her feet. She began to stomp on his chest, grinding her heels into his flesh as she watched him squirm. "That's right, slave. You enjoy this, don't you?" she purred.
Her next command brought a gasp from the slave: "Mouth gag." She reached into her bag and produced a silky black cloth, which she pressed into his mouth, tying it tightly behind his head. Now he could only feel the vibrations of her voice as she continued to talk dirty to him.
"You like that, don't you?" she asked, her tone mocking. She pulled her feet back, tugging on his hair as he tried to follow them with his eyes. Then, suddenly, she brought one foot down hard on his face, the heel digging into his cheek. He whimpered into the gag, unable to resist the pleasure-pain of her domination.
But even though he was gagged, there was still one way for him to show his appreciation: his cock, already hard in his pants, throbbing with anticipation. Anita knelt down beside him, her long legs stretched out on either side of his quivering body. She reached out and pulled his pants down, revealing his erect member to her keen eyes.
"Good boy," she whispered, before wrapping her slender fingers around his shaft. She began to stroke him slowly, her firm grip matching the rhythm of her breathing. As he grew closer to climax, she leaned over him, her breasts brushing against his chest, her warm breath fanning across his face.
Finally, she leaned down and took his cock into her mouth, her lips tight around the head as she bobbed her head up and down. He erupted, his hot seed shooting down her throat as she swallowed greedily. She pulled away with a satisfied smile, her lips glistening with his essence.
"That's a good cum," she said, reaching down to pat his head. But even as she did so, she couldn't resist one last bit of cruelty: she grabbed his hair and yanked his head back, forcing him to look up at her triumphant smile.
"Remember, slave," she purred. "This is all for me." And with that, she stood up and walked away, leaving him laying there, spent and satisfied, but more than ever under her spell.
