Nichole's Feet Domination
Nichole welcomed Milton into her plush living room. He knelt at her feet, taking deep breaths of the scent that emanated from her size 9 soles. The mature woman smiled, feeling flattered by his devotion to her feet. As she sauntered towards the sofa, Milton followed on his knees.
"Kneel before me," Nichole commanded, pointing towards an ornate footstool. Milton immediately complied, crawling towards the piece of furniture and prostrating himself before Nichole. The air was heavy with anticipation as she took her seat and spread her legs, revealing her sweaty sneakers to Milton.
"Do you see what's waiting for you, Milton?" Nichole purred. The younger man nodded fervently, unable to tear his gaze away from her feet. With a satisfied smirk, Nichole ordered Milton to remove her sneakers. He hesitated for a moment before reaching out tentatively and touching the soft leather.
"Hurry up," Nichole growled, her patience wearing thin. Milton quickly unlaced her sneakers and pulled them off, revealing her soft, bare feet. He buried his face in them, inhaling deeply as he took in the scent of Nichole's feet. The older woman watched with satisfaction as Milton's deference turned into adoration.
"That's it, Milton," Nichole cooed. "You worship my feet like you've always wanted to." She spread her feet wide apart, inviting Milton to get closer. He obliged, moving his face inch by inch towards her toes. His lips grazed the bottom of her feet, sending shivers down Nichole's spine.
"Mmm, that's it," Nichole moaned. "Kiss my feet, Milton. Show me how much you love them." Milton obliged, his lips pressing against Nichole's soles as he ran his tongue up and down her arches. She watched with satisfaction as he worked his way to the tips of her toes, savoring the sensation of his tongue on her skin.
Satisfied with Milton's efforts, Nichole instructed him to move to the end of the sofa. She lay down, spreading her legs once more, giving Milton a clear view of her wrinkled soles. His mouth was in constant motion, kissing and licking every inch of Nichole's feet. She groaned in pleasure, the sensation of his tongue on her feet sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body.
As the session drew to a close, Nichole sat up, surprised to see Milton still kneeling before her. "One more thing, Milton," she said, her voice soft yet commanding. "I want you to lick my face, cleaning it with your tongue and saliva." Milton hesitated for a moment before nodding eagerly.
Nichole lay back down, closing her eyes as Milton's tongue made contact with her skin. He started at her chin, lapping up every drop of sweat and saliva that had accumulated. He moved slowly upwards, kissing and licking every inch of Nichole's face, leaving a trail of saliva behind.
Finally, Milton began to kiss Nichole's lips, their tongues intertwining in a sensual dance. As the younger man's adoration reached its peak, Nichole smiled, satisfied with the foot worship session. She knew that Milton would return, eager to be dominated by her once again.
