"Tomorrow is my wedding," I saw my subordinate smiling happily, and suddenly I wanted to ruin that happiness... On the way back from a business trip, I deliberately made him drink wine so he missed the last train, leading him to a hotel with only one room for shared accommodation. "I'm going to sleep on the sofa," letting him relax his guard, then starting a relentless foot job on the defenseless subordinate talking on the phone with his wife. His feet, sweaty and sticky from wearing black pantyhose all day, grind mercilessly against the subordinate's crotch through the pantyhose soaked in sweat and scent. "She'll find out...!" the subordinate panics into the phone. The obscene sound of 'shuru shuru' and the scent of supreme soles pressed against my face grind away at my pre-wedding night sanity. I couldn't hold back anymore, trapping my subordinate's face and cheeks with my stockinged feet until the very end without letting him take them off, only tearing his stocking crotch just enough for forced ● intercourse. Fully clothed on the bed, I exposed my thighs and big ass without any protection while deep thrusting raw. From night to morning, repeatedly fucking intensely, finally making him cum with the ultimate pantyhose footjob. He shoots a massive load onto the soles of her pantyhose, becoming obsessed with his boss's sweaty legs instead of his loving wife. This is a reverse NTR footjob drama.
