Call For Foot Action

A single phone call and Giselle gets what she wants. One ring and a hard cock shows up at her door. Bill dropped everything the moment she mentioned her feet. He’s known for his weakness, and she counts on it. He arrives already stiff, eyes dropping straight to her soles. She stretches out on the couch and lifts one foot, toes flexing in the air. Bill drops to his knees without a word. Her skin is warm and smooth against his lips as he kisses along her arch, then lower, sucking each toe until they glisten. Giselle watches him, lazy smile on her lips, while her other foot presses down on his bulge, rubbing him through his pants until a wet spot spreads. She unzips him, frees his cock, and wraps both feet around it. Her grip is firm, skin sliding over every inch, toes squeezing the head on each slow stroke. Bill groans and thrusts between her arches, lost in the rhythm. She leans forward, takes him in her mouth, tongue swirling while her feet keep working below. Spit runs down his shaft and her toes spread it over his balls, slick and tight. He grips the couch, hips jerking as her mouth and feet move together, faster now, until he spills across her soles in thick, hot ropes. Giselle drags her toes through the mess, smearing it up her calves, still stroking him softly as he twitches.