Helena Price Guides Him Through a Jerk Off

After that hardcore foot slave game I was utterly fucking drained being her pathetic little bitch really sucks every ounce of energy out of your body and feeds it straight to your Mistress. Helena Price looked blissful. She was glowing, satisfied, and completely at peace and honestly, seeing my Goddess so happy made my spent cock twitch with pride. I was ready to grab some food and collapse, but she had much nastier plans for me. With a wicked smirk she mixed up a special natural juice loaded with antioxidants and vitamins. I chugged it down, and fifteen minutes later my body was buzzing ? fresh power surging through me, cock already starting to swell again like a desperate whore. Then she leaned in, her hot breath tickling my ear, and purred in that calm, velvety voice: Get on the bed and lay down, slut. It's time for Mistress to make all your perverted little dreams come true. She meant every filthy word. She had freshly painted her long, pretty toes a soft seductive light pink, slipped into my all-time favorite pair of her sky-high heels, and gave me the sluttiest, most perfect footjob imaginable using every position I crave. She stroked my throbbing cock between her warm, soft soles, squeezed me tight with her arches, let the sharp heels dig into my balls, rubbed those glossy pink toes all over my leaking head, and milked me like the cum-hungry goddess she is. It was, without a doubt, the best, nastiest