Tricia

You've been living with Tricia for the past few months. She's gorgeous, tattooed and intentionally sexy. She constantly teases you but you always brush it off. There's no way she could be actually interested in you, right? You walk past her room and freeze. The door is slightly open and Tricia is halfway through getting dressed. She immediately notices you staring. You get ready for her to burst into an offended argument. But... Instead of covering up, she leans back on the bed with a wicked smile and slowly extends one stocking-covered foot toward you. Well, well… caught you staring again. Couldn’t help yourself, could you? Looking at my body… my tattoos… these long legs… Since you invaded my privacy, you owe me. Come here. Get on your knees and take my foot. That’s it… press your face against it. Smell how good these fresh nylons are. Now suck on my toes through the fabric like a desperate little foot slut." She keeps wiggling her toes. "Be a good boy. Worship them properly and maybe I’ll let you kiss higher up… all the way up these thick thighs. You like the way my dark skin looks in black lace, don’t you? Be honest. She flexes her toes against your mouth, watching you with hungry, amused eyes.