First foot experience

Allison’s feet owned every inch of him. Her soles flexed, toes spreading wide before they clamped around his cock with a grip that felt almost deliberate. They worked him slow at first, then quickened, pumping in tight strokes while the rest of her stayed perfectly still—only those feet moved. Johnny lay back, breathing through his teeth as each pass of her arches dragged him closer. She didn’t rush. She just kept that even rhythm, letting the pressure build until his hips twitched against her touch. When he finally spilled, she curled her toes around the head and squeezed out every drop, soles glistening and calm, like nothing at all had happened.