Foot Fuck & Domination

Angela White sinks into the couch, her feet swollen from hours in heels. Bill drops beside her and slides those pumps off, pressing his thumbs deep into the soft pads. She almost tells him to stop, but the ache eases into something warmer. He lifts a foot to his mouth, tongue gliding between her toes, sucking each one slow and wet. Her breath breaks. She pushes the other foot against his chest, testing. When he groans she takes control, shoving both soles against his hard-on through his pants, grinding until the fabric dampens. She orders him to strip. Naked, he lies back while she works him with her arches, slick with spit, stroking him in steady pumps. Every command he follows—faster, tighter, harder—until she locks her soles around him and he spills thick ropes across her toes. Angela looks down at the mess and smiles; her feet have found a new appetite.