It was summer, and I was bored out my mind. I was low on funds and was looking through some ads online. I figured I could get into the whole sugar daddy and sugar baby thing online. I clicked on a headline that would be a huge payout. I had to adjust my eyes and do a double take because the price looked more like a phone number. I assumed it had to be a scam, but I decided to keep investigating. The post was elaborating about how desperately a guy was looking for a strikingly beautiful girl to accompany him on a July 4th event. I replied with the questionnaire attached; it was all sorts of questions. I had to submit my pic and a picture of my footwear. It eventually clicked.
I got a reply within seconds, and I got verification from the sight that he was legit. I met him up at a coffee shop nearby It was fast and didn’t feel too off I was comfortable, and I accepted to be his eye candy for the event. The day had come, and I received a dozen pairs of heels and open-toed shoes. I had to take pictures with each pair. I still had no clue that this guy had one mean foot fetish. Naive millennial to the max here. We went to the party, and I tried to do small talk, but he was desperate to leave. I was perplexed. I thought the whole point was to spend time and make all his friends jealous at the festivities. Well, he was in a rush he wanted to make an appearance and wanted to get down to the nitty-gritty of things.
I assumed he wanted to bone and I wasn’t down for that with that with him. I mean I could tell he lacked in the size department downstairs. I needed to get paid, so I went ahead and followed thru with the last pitstop. He wanted to give me foot a massage. I had to be his foot model, and I reaped all the benefits of all the Jimmy Choos and Louboutins my heart desired. I even let him cream all over my toes and let him suck them clean for some extra bonuses.
I was a bad girl again. I wanted to show my favorite guy my hot new cheer costume. I know how much school girls sex fun I like to have with other guys but none of those guys compare to my favorite country boy. I like to tease and show off and make him happy. I wasn’t wearing any panties under my cheer uniform. I got them soaked and completely wet and had to get rid of them because I was prepping for that big dick I love so much. I got country boy right where I wanted him and showed him why I am his favorite little slut. I got on top and pulled out his yummy cock and had to ride him till he shot all that creamy cum all over my teen twat. :) I managed to keep my cheer outfit on while I rode him, Well the top did come off but it was hot just going at it with my favorite country boy. 
