Refreshing the tired feet

Alison slipped into her chaise by the pool. A hard week clung to her like sweat. Kristian Devil appeared, drink in hand, flashing that easy grin. Conversation drifted to her soles, how heavy they felt after days of walking. He didn’t buy it. “Prove it,” he said, tugging his cock free. “Jerk me with your feet, show me they’re really worn out.” She planted both arches around his length, skin warm from the sun, and began stroking. The motion was smooth at first, then slower, her toes flexing and curling as she found a rhythm. He watched, breath shallow, cock pulsing between the soft grip of her feet. They weren’t broken, just begging for care. So Kristian set the glass aside, took one tired foot in his hands, and started working the tension out with firm, careful thumbs.