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Queen Lytta Blond: The Impatient Footgoddess

Chapter 1: The Insolent Massage

Sweat dripped from the patient's brow as Lytta's skilled hands kneaded his tense muscles. Her movements were slow and deliberate, yet there was an undercurrent of impatience in her actions. The massage table trembled slightly under her weight as she leaned into him, her soft breaths warm against his skin.

Without warning, Lytta's fingers dug deeper into his flesh, almost causing him to cry out in pain. She continued to massage, almost kicking the patient back, and smothering his face with her sexy feet! The patient couldn't help but feel both aroused and intimidated by this insolent footgoddess.

Chapter 2: The Teasing Footjob

As the patient lay there, helpless beneath her, Lytta's intentions became clear. Slowly, she began to work her magic on his cock, teasing it with her silky smooth soles. She moaned softly, her foot sliding up and down his shaft, as if she were taking him deep inside her.

The patient writhed in pleasure and anticipation, his eyes locked on her perfect feet. Lytta continued to toy with him, never losing sight of the clock on the wall. She knew that time was running out, but she couldn't help but savor the power she held over him - the power to bring him to the brink of orgasm and then deny him.

Chapter 3: The Cruel Climax

As the minutes ticked by, Lytta's movements became more urgent. Her footjobs became faster and more intense, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through the patient's body. He begged her to let him cum, but she ignored his pleas, instead choosing to tease and torment him further.

With just seconds left on the clock, Lytta leaned in close, her hot breath fanning across his throbbing cock. "Sorry, love," she purred, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Time's up." And with that, she pulled away, leaving the patient feeling empty and frustrated.

The tension in the room was palpable as Lytta stood up, her feet hovering just above the floor. She was the very embodiment of power and dominance, and the patient knew that he was at her mercy. As she turned to leave, she cast one last, victorious glance over her shoulder, her perfect feet glistening with sweat.

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