Facesitting Tales #03, Scene #01

Cindy Starfall struts in black vinyl, heel grinding into Guy DiSilva’s silk shirt, tracking dirt across the billionaire’s chest. Her crop cracks across his cheek and the CEO folds to all fours. He licks her boots until spit gleams on patent leather, then she wiggles each painted toe in his mouth and tells him to suck. When she yanks the shorts down and plants her cheeks over his face, he tongues her hole like he’ll die if he stops. The zapper kisses his ribs; pain jolts through him, but he keeps licking. She laughs, flips around, traps his shaft between her warm soles and jacks him hard—wrists pinned beneath her boots. He comes fast, thick ropes spurting over her feet. Finished, she wipes the mess through his hair like it’s shoe polish.