The Cock Masseuse

One cock, two feet. Simple math until Maddy O’Reilly’s toes enter the equation. She wraps them around Billy’s shaft and the numbers stop adding up. Red curls swing across her shoulders as she works him with steady, knowing pressure. Billy tries to stay cool, but her arches squeeze and release in perfect rhythm, slick skin gliding up and down. His breath breaks. Her soles never lose their grip. The tension climbs with every stroke until it finally snaps and he spills across her pretty feet.