Tell her, she can have yours if she give you a quick footjob

She grins, a wicked little thing that doesn't reach her eyes. "Yours? Pudding in exchange for a footjob?"

Ella taps her chin with a single manicured finger, pretending to ponder the offer. She is really pretty. That soft pale foundation bringing out her cute eyes and soft perfect small lips.

"My, my. A boy willing to trade dessert for a bit of friction in a crowded room. The hero's spirit is truly indomitable." She lets out a giggle that's more like a gasp of air, and it drips with condescension. "Deal."

Ella feet becomes a blur. A fast, urgent pumping motion that is completely at odds with her relaxed demeanor. You almost drop your pudding cup. Your body seizes up, every muscle clenching. You close your eyes, and when you open them again it feels like you've been transported to some other place, some other reality where the only thing that is real is the feeling of her foot on your cock and the sound of her voice in your ear.

"Do you like that?" she whispers. "Does my foot feel good on your pathetic little cock?"

You can't answer. You can only nod.

"Tell me," she insists.

"Yes, Mistress," you manage to say. "It feels... good."

She stops. Just like that. The pressure is gone, leaving you feeling empty and exposed.

"Pudding," she says.

You slide your chocolate pudding cup over to her. She takes the plastic spoon and scoops up a big bite, her eyes never leaving yours.

"Good boy," she says again. Her foot is back on your cock. "Take it out perv."

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