Jenna walks into work looking like a dream — heels clicking, legs crossed, totally unaware she’s not alone. Beneath her desk, a secret admirer with a serious foot fetish is already hiding in the shadows... and he’s been waiting for this moment. The second her shoes come off, he’s on them — sn*ffing, worshipping, and getting himself off right there under her nose.

She slides her foot back into her shoe, totally oblivious that it’s warm... wet... and used. When she catches the strange scent, she’s confused — until the mysterious man finally reveals himself. Hand over mouth, voice in her ear, he’s done waiting.

Tension explodes as he takes control — wrists tied, mouth gagged, bent beneath her own desk. She drools. She moans. She submits.

Jenna’s world is flipped upside down — wrists still tied, gag in place, bent over the desk with her heels kicked off and her body c*mpletely exposed. The mysterious stranger doesn’t hold back. Every thrust makes her eyes roll back, every moan muffled behind the gag. She’s dripping, trembling, and totally under his control.

But the real fun starts when he flips the script.

He lifts her up onto the desk, strips her bare, and demands more. This time, it’s not just about her — now he wants to be satisfied. Jenna’s feet become the center of attention, gliding over his shaft as he switches between worshiping her soles and plunging into her wet heat. She moans louder with every shift, overwhelmed and wrecked.

Jenna thought the madness was over — but her secret admirer had one last dirty trick to play. Bound, gagged, and c*mpletely at his mercy, she’s now taped into a tight l*ttle hogtie, her soft feet flexing helplessly behind her. She can’t move. She can’t speak. All she can do is moan into her gag as he circles her like a predator.

And then... he grabs her shoe.

The same one he came in earlier.

He finishes himself again — right inside it — and then tapes the sticky, used heel directly to her face, pressing it against her flushed cheek like a filthy l*ttle trophy. The scent, the heat, the humiliation... it’s overwhelming. And just when she thinks it can’t get more intense, he tapes a line between her gag and her feet — keeping her head pulled back, strung up in the most vulnerable way possible.

A messy, ruined masterpiece.

And just like that, he vanishes — no goodbye, no explanation.

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