Footjob practices

She sits back this afternoon, legs parted just enough, and lets the dildo rest between her soles. Light strokes first—slow, deliberate, letting the thick head press against her arches. She’s young, blonde hair loose over one shoulder, the white lace of her bra barely holding her breasts. Her panties are thin enough to show the soft swell beneath, and the way she leans shows off the roundness of her ass. She works it with her feet, getting bolder, rolling the shaft between both arches until it glistens. Her toes curl, grip, slide. Every shift makes her thighs tense, panties darkening with each pass. She presses harder, the toy flexing between her feet, and a small sound slips from her. The practice feels good—too good. She bites her lip and keeps going, wondering how many more afternoons like this she’ll need before the real thing feels just right.