Victor Varenzo, Exhausted… but Under My Spell - english version

Description: He couldn’t rest.victor varenzo had spotted me the moment he sat at the other end of the room. his eyes never left me. i, on the other hand, had fun ignoring him, never meeting his gaze. he wanted a smile, a sign, but i gave him nothing.i watched as his dinner dragged on, his frustration building, and finally, his message came through.-i want to rub my cock against your feet.with a smirk, i simply replied:-you seem tired, it’s late.i knew he was trapped. that he wouldn’t be able to go home without seeing me.and late that night, i was waiting for him on my black leather couch.legs crossed, dressed in a black bodysuit and matching thong, my leather heels gleaming at my feet, i watched him walk in—aroused, nervous, completely under my control.he stepped closer, and slowly, i let my hands caress my chest, slide beneath my bodysuit. then, right in front of him, i pulled the fabric down, exposing my breasts, massaging them slowly.i knew he wouldn’t last long.he was on the edge.i placed my fingers on his shorts, rubbing him gently through the fabric. his cock throbbed under my touch, already hard, burning with desire. so, i freed him.i stroked him—slowly at first, then more firmly, savoring the growing tension in his body. my other hand explored lower, gliding to that sensitive spot between his balls and his ass. a shiver ran through him entirely.he was gasping for pleasure.he was seconds away from exploding.but i didn’t want it to be over so soon.so, i pressed his cock against my nipple, letting him rub against my warm, firm skin. his breathing was heavy, too heavy. he was too aroused.he dropped to his knees before me, trying to regain control, but i wasn’t done with him yet.i slid the heel of my leather shoe against his rigid shaft, tracing slow, sensual circles over his burning skin.he couldn’t take it anymore.so i stretched the moment out. i prolonged his torment, watching him fight against himself, against his own desire.then, finally, i removed my shoes.i saw his eyes widen when he discovered my navy blue pedicure.his heart pounded. his cock pulsed violently.i pressed my bare feet against him, feeling him tremble under my toes.and to break him completely, i slowly moistened my hands with saliva, letting the wetness glide over his burning skin.it was over.with one final, skillful movement, i rubbed him against my feet until he spilled entirely onto them—moaning, shaking, utterly surrendered.i watched him, still lost in his pleasure, still breathless. and slowly, i brought my hands to my feet, massaging my toes with his release, savoring my triumph over him.-so, victor… did you really think you could go home tonight without seeing me first?mlle ophéline