My pathetic excuse for a slave lays the picnic blanket out in the sunny isolated corner of the park I chose to read my novel in today. My sundress is letting my skin breathe but barely wicking away the sweat that's trickling down my body as you stare at me with your simp eyes. I take my sandals off and lower myself down as you pause at the sight of my bare feet, which gives me a ripely sadistic idea. I cascade my feet over your lap - a mere inch from your cock- and flip my book open to where I left off reading last.
I can feel your cock swelling, attempting to brush the bottoms of my feet without a single movement of your hips, while you pant like a dog in heat. I smirk at this display of weakness and brush my foot back and forth over your fully erect cock while flipping the page. I feel you stiffen slightly as you become more and more aroused but cautious of our surrounding as your throbbing cock leaks pre cum through your jeans. With a small hum of anticipation I drive the tips of my toes between your legs causing a flash of painful heat to crawl up your torso- but before you can even react I'm stroking your cock with my foot again and adjusting my dress higher up my thigh grabbing your attention away from the pain.
I stare over the bind of my book and into your soul, "Cum in your pants like the weak simp you are-- I'll give you 15 seconds.. starting.. now."
I brush my foot and curl my toes around you as I keep a relaxed pace. You look at me as if you're going to say you're too shy to cum in public but your cock has a different idea. Your attention slides to my thighs spreading open instead --showing my glistening lips and sweat covered bush. We both know that your little simp brain is scrambled beyond repair and you're going to cum all over yourself.