'Tis the Season for Feet

Shay sits on the edge of his desk, heels off, toes painted deep red. Her boss watches, cock already hard against his zipper. She rubs the thick length with both feet, the nylon stretching tight over her arches. He groans and drops his pants, lets her slide those stockings against his shaft until the fabric darkens with pre-cum. She leans forward, lips parting, and takes him deep. Her tongue swirls, throat working, while her soles keep stroking. He grips the back of her head, fucks her mouth, then pulls out and sprays hot across her soles. Shay spreads the mess with her toes, eyes locked on his, while he slides back between her feet for another slow, wet pump.