Mommy Emma Frost Dom Footjob by Xuneai | Marvel Rivals
Emma Frost: Mistress of the Hellfire Gala
The Hellfire Gala was in full swing, a dazzling spectacle of power and decadence where the mutants of the Marvel Rivals universe flaunted their strength and allure. Emma Frost, the White Queen, stood out even among the elite, her presence commanding every eye in the room. Her dress—a shimmering, skin-tight number with a daring slit up the side—clung to her voluptuous figure, accentuating her wide hips and thick thighs. The fabric hugged her curves like a lover’s caress, leaving little to the imagination, while her long, sculpted legs promised delights only a select few could dream of. Tonight, she was in the mood to play, and her sharp telepathic mind had already zeroed in on her target: a nervous, eager admirer who couldn’t tear his gaze from her.
“Enjoying the view, darling?” Emma purred, her voice dripping with authority as she sauntered toward him, her hips swaying seductively. The man stammered, his face flushing as he nodded. She smirked, sensing his desire like a predator stalking prey. “Follow me,” she commanded, leading him away from the glittering crowd to a private chamber adorned with velvet furniture and dim, sultry lighting—an opulent retreat perfect for her plans.
Once inside, Emma reclined on a plush chaise lounge, crossing her legs with deliberate slowness. The slit in her dress parted, revealing the creamy expanse of her thick thighs, the sight alone enough to make his breath hitch. “Kneel,” she ordered, her tone leaving no room for disobedience. He dropped to his knees before her, his eyes locked on her feet as she kicked off her elegant heels, revealing perfectly pedicured toes painted a deep, sinful red.
“You want this, don’t you?” she teased, extending one leg and resting her foot on his shoulder. He nodded, words failing him under her piercing gaze. “Then beg for it,” she demanded, her voice a velvet whip. “Please, Mistress Frost, let me feel your feet on me,” he pleaded, his voice trembling with need. Satisfied, she lowered her foot to his crotch, pressing against the hard bulge straining against his pants. “Fuck,” he gasped, the pressure sending a jolt through him. “Take it out,” she snapped, and he fumbled to unzip, freeing his rock-hard dick, already glistening with precum.
Emma’s lips curled into a wicked smile as she wrapped her feet around his throbbing cock, her soft soles forming a tight, warm channel. She began to stroke, her toes curling around his shaft, teasing the sensitive tip with expert precision. “You like that, don’t you? Feeling my feet on your hard dick,” she taunted, her movements slow and deliberate. He groaned, his hips twitching despite her earlier command to stay still. “Silence,” she barked, increasing the pressure, her arches gliding up and down his length. “You’ll speak when I allow it.”
Her wide hips shifted slightly as she adjusted her position, the dress riding higher to expose more of her luscious thighs. She squeezed them together briefly, drawing his attention to their thickness, a silent reminder of her power over him. His dick pulsed under her touch, the friction of her feet driving him wild. “Look at you, leaking all over my pretty feet,” she mocked, a droplet of precum smearing across her toes. She sped up, her feet working him in perfect rhythm, the sound of his ragged breathing filling the room.
“Fuck, Mistress, it’s so good,” he moaned, unable to hold back. She smirked, relishing the control she wielded. “You’re my little foot slave, aren’t you?” she purred, rubbing her toes over the head of his cock, coaxing more precum from him. “Yes, Mistress,” he gasped, his body trembling. She could feel her own arousal building, her pussy growing wet beneath the dress, but she kept it hidden, her dominance absolute. “Beg me to let you cum,” she commanded, slowing her strokes to torture him further.
“Please, Mistress Frost, please let me cum,” he whimpered, desperation lacing his voice. She tilted her head, considering, then resumed her stroking, faster and harder. “Alright, but only because you’ve been a good boy,” she said, her feet clamping down with just the right pressure. Within moments, he was unraveling, his dick erupting as he came hard, thick ropes of cum coating her feet and splattering onto his stomach. He shuddered, spent and overwhelmed, while Emma watched with cool satisfaction.
“Now, clean up your mess,” she ordered, lifting her cum-covered feet to his face. Obediently, he leaned forward, licking her toes clean, tasting the salty mix of his release and her skin. She sighed softly, a hint of pleasure breaking through her composed facade. When he finished, she stood, smoothing her dress over her wide hips and thick thighs. “You may go,” she dismissed him, her tone icy and final. He stumbled out, still dazed, while Emma smiled to herself, already plotting her next indulgence in this world of Marvel Rivals Hentai, where power and pleasure intertwined so deliciously.
