Maitresse Madeline's Foot Worship POV!

Madeline spots the college kid the second he steps in. She knows the type: broke, hard, and too stupid to run. Johnny Ruiz needs cash for tuition, thinks this is easy money. Instead he drops to his knees, staring at her long, lanky feet while his dick aches against his zipper. She doesn’t talk much. Just slides one size-eight-and-a-half toward him. Pale skin, smooth sole, black-painted nails. He starts kissing before she even tells him to. Tongue drags slow, then faster. She watches the hunger take over. When he sucks her toes it sounds loud in the quiet room, wet and desperate. Madeline keeps him there. Feet to his face, toes parting, flexing so he can lick between each one. He breathes deep, eyes glassy. She spreads her toes wide, drags the ball of her foot across his tongue, pushes until his jaw aches and he still doesn’t stop. She wants more. Slides her other foot down, traps his cock between both soles. Slow strokes, tight grip, then nothing at all. He bucks. She smiles. Starts again. Heat builds, then vanishes, over and over until he’s shaking. Finally she presses both feet around him and pumps until he comes hard, thick ropes spilling across her toes. She keeps him there, watching him drip, making sure every drop stays on her skin.