For the Billionaire's Pleasure
I kiss each toe, then bite the soft pad on each.
Her eyes are wide and her mouth is open, moving alternately from a small to a capital O. When I bite the pad on her little toe a little harder, her pelvis flexes and she whimpers. I run my tongue over her instep to her ankle. She scrunches her eyes closed, her head twisting from side to side, as I continue to torment her.
"Oh, please," she begs when I suck and bite her little toe.
"All good things, Miss Manroe," I tease.
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