Skanky Feet

Jillian Janson eyes the black stilettos. She slips them on, lets her bare toes glide along the edge, and feels the leather hug her arches. The man steps closer, his cock already heavy. She meets his gaze, sinks to her knees, and takes the head between her lips, sucking with a slow pull. Her tongue swirls while she strokes the shaft, eyes half-closed. After a moment she leans back, lifts both feet, and presses them around his length. The heels frame her feet like a frame around a picture, the contrast of shiny leather and soft skin driving him harder. She rubs his cock between her soles, rolling the balls of her feet in gentle circles until he throbs. Then she bends forward again, takes him back into her mouth, and works tongue and feet in steady rhythm. He grunts, hips buck once, twice, and he spills across her feet, warm streaks landing over the heels and the tops of her toes. She spreads the mess with her fingers, looking up with a satisfied smile.