Watching my subordinate smile happily and say, "My wedding is tomorrow," I suddenly felt an overwhelming urge to destroy that happiness...
On the way back from a regional business trip, I intentionally made him drink wine so he'd miss the last train, and guided him into a hotel where, surprisingly, only one room was available for us to share.
After letting him lower his guard by saying, "I'll sleep on the sofa," I began a relentless foot torture on my defenseless subordinate while he was on the phone with his bride, using my black pantyhose feet that had become steamy from walking around all day.
"My wife will find out...!" he panicked into the phone, but I persistently rubbed his crotch through the pantyhose soaked in sweat and scent.
The lewd rustling sound of friction and the exquisite smell of my soles pressed against his face ground away his decent reason on the eve of his wedding.
Unable to hold back, I clamped his face and cheeks between my pantyhose feet. Without ever taking them off, I tore a minimal hole in the crotch of the pantyhose and forced a coupling.
Clothed on the bed, exposing my thighs and huge ass, I raw-fucked him deep inside with piston motions.
We mated intensely from midnight until morning, and finally, I forced him to ejaculate with an exquisite pantyhose footjob.
I made him blast a massive amount of cum onto the soles of my pantyhose, turning him into a captive of his female boss's steamy legs rather than his beloved bride in this reverse NTR foot torture drama.
