Footsie Maid

Mary Jean knows exactly how to turn chores into trouble. She bends over the coffee table in that tight uniform, then slides her nyloned feet up Bill’s thighs. The nylon catches the light and the feel of it makes him twitch. She catches his cock between her arches, gives it a slow squeeze, and starts working him in steady strokes. Her soles are warm through the thin fabric, and every time she glides from the base to the tip his breath comes shorter. She keeps her eyes on the task like it’s just another job, even when she presses her toes together and twists at the head. Bill spreads his knees wider, giving her room, and she takes it. No duster in sight now. Just Mary Jean’s feet and a cock that’s never been happier to stand at attention.