Andi Page has Ian at her feet, ignoring him for her phone as he licks her soles; she looks at him and casually crosses her speed-skater legs, looking beautiful and devoid of feeling toward the foot bitch beneath her, gagging on her foot, his head going up and down as she smiles an evil smile, still on her phone. She stares coldly at him as he deep throats her foot, then again at her phone. His cheeks puff from taking her foot on his own, gagging himself at her silent will -- the evil Andi Page -- who dishes out pain and rest and humiliation with a smile and a laugh; again she casually cros... Show more