Foot Sniffing Yoga Punk Gets Divine Bitched! BASED ON TRUE EVENTS!

I still laugh when I think about the yoga class that changed everything. This punk named Kip starts sniffing my foot the second I drop into downward dog. One big inhale, like he owned the place. He figured nobody would notice. Wrong. I dragged him out of that class and made him cough up ten grand on the spot. Then the real price kicked in. First came the hard spanking that left his ass bright red. I threw in a few gut punches just to watch him double over. After that I teased his cock with my feet, slow drags, light taps, never enough to finish him. By the time I buckled the biggest strap-on to my hips he was shaking. I pushed every inch into his tight hole while he begged through gritted teeth. When I got tired of that I strapped the toy to his face, climbed on, and rode it hard. All he could do was smell my pussy and feel the heat he wasn’t allowed to taste. I left him there, face wet, cock throbbing, wallet empty.