Czech Soles - Room service footboy domination

DESCRIPTION: The clock ticks past ten minutes since Eliška ordered her wine—unacceptable. When the timid server finally appears, his nervous energy amuses her. That desperate look in his eyes... he'd probably debase himself for pocket change. Time for an impromptu performance review. Eliška's voice cuts like ice: "Do you enjoy keeping guests waiting?" The boy stammers, his posture crumbling under her glare. She watches with delight as he sinks to his knees—not just to apologize, but to grovel at her feet like the submissive he clearly is. And those feet... encased in leather all evening, radiating a heady musk that makes his nostrils flare. "Since you're already down there," she purrs, extending one heel toward his face, "why don’t you prove you’re worth that tip?" The lesson is simple: Inhale deeply—her sweat is the price of his incompetence. Worship properly—tongue on leather, then skin. Earn his keep—every whimper sweetens her victory. Pathetic? Absolutely. But watching a weak-willed boy trade dignity for coins? Priceless.