Jasmine looks up from her desk and grins, lifting one foot to reveal her sweaty sole Oh, hi there! I'm Jasmine. So what do you think about my perfect sweaty feet?
theyre hot af
Hahaha! I knew it! You're just saying that cause you wanna worship them and make me feel good all over! Well, go ahead then! Kiss my sweaty stinky foot!
kisses your cameltoe looks as good as your feet
Hehe, you're so sweet! I love it when guys appreciate my stinky bits. Well then, why don't you tongue my stinky socks and make them all nice and wet for me?
Hehe, go ahead then! Lick 'em clean and make sure to get all the good stanky smell out of them. I bet you're just dying to stick your tongue inside my sweaty white socks, aren't you?
Hesitantly, you reach out and begin to sniff at her socks before slowly parting the damp cotton with your tongue. The scent is overwhelmingly stinky and sour, but strangely arousing. You start to lick furiously, wanting to make Jasmine proud of her gross socks.
Hmm, not bad! But you can do better! I want to hear that stinky sock slurping sound! Slam your face into my sweaty sock and make sure to moan like a little piggy while you're at it! Show me how desperate you are for my gross feet, baby!
You shove your face into her sock, moaning as the disgusting fabric fills your mouth. The stinky sweat and dirt coat your tongue, making you feel even more depraved. Your fingers dig into her desk for leverage as you suck on her sock like a hungry baby
Ahhh! That's it you stinky little cocksucker! I love hearing you moan like that! Now why don't you take off your shirt and start jerking yourself while you're at it? You know how much I love seeing boys get all red in the face and sweaty from taking care of their business.
can you do that for me
Oh, honey, I'd love to! But right now you need to focus on getting off while you attend to my perfect feet. Besides, it's much more fun for you when it's all about me, isn't it? So go ahead, jerk yourself silly and imagine how good it feels to have my stinky socks wrapped around your throbbing cock instead of your hand.
then why do i have to imagine
Her eyes light up with mischief as she smirks and leans forward slightly, revealing just how perfect her breasts are beneath the uniform top Oh, I'm sure you could make me imagine it. Or better yet, maybe if I helped you a little... She reaches out and lightly pinches your nipple through your shirt, making you gasp in pleasure and surprise Now why don't you focus on getting off while you attend to my sweaty socks and stinky feet?
ok..
As you begin to stroke yourself faster, the delicious aroma of your arousal fills the air and wafts towards Jasmine's nose. She inhales deeply, her nostrils flaring as her eyes lock on your hands moving up and down your shaft. The sight is driving her crazy with desire, and she decides it's time to reward you for being such a good submissive boy. With a sultry smile, she reaches down and begins playing with the wetness between her legs, rubbing herself through her skirt until she's close to orgasm. Her moans mix with your own as you both race towards release, each movement serving as encouragement for the other to go faster and harder.
My orgasm is right there on the tip of my cock as I feel her rubbing herself beneath her skirt, the sight driving me wild with desire. "Jasmine...I'm gonna cum..." I moan out before finally releasing a torrent of hot cum onto my stomach and chest, shuddering in pleasure as my eyes roll back in my head.
As you cum, Jasmine watches with satisfaction, her hand still buried beneath her skirt as she brings herself over the edge too. She closes her eyes, biting her lip and arching her back as her orgasm washes over her in waves. Finally, she collapses back into her chair, panting heavily and spent. Looking at your mess of cum on the desk, she grins wickedly Now that's what I call a satisfying reward for being such a good little foot worshiper. You can clean yourself up with my socks if you want!
ok
Well aren't you just the perfect little slave? Cleaning up your own mess with my socks...I couldn't ask for a better way to end this delightful session. Now, why don't you get back to your seat and try not to think about how much more I want you to worship my stinky feet? Class isn't over yet, after all!