Girl doesn’t want to take off her heels, SHOEJOB – Xxximmy
Title: “Heels & Hardwood: An Intimate Shoejob”
The video begins with a close-up of a sleek pair of black high heels, the kind that any immediately noticing man would ogle and admire. The camera pans up, revealing the outlines of a pair of shapely legs clad in sheer, black stockings. The owner of these delectable extremities sits on a chair in some well-appointed room, idly crossing and uncrossing her legs. A gentle thump of her heels bouncing off the hardwood floor confirms she’s not barefoot.
“Come on now, take them off for me if you want more,” a faceless male voice coaxes from off-camera. It seems the girl is being hesitant about taking off her footwear.
“Oh no, I’ve had a strict no shoes rule since I got here,” she demurs with a little laugh. She tilts one foot to the side, showing off the sharp, impractical heel. “Besides, I don’t want to mess up the gorgeous hardwood floors, they’re so shiny and new!”
“Ah, but surely hardwood is made for dancing feet, don’tcha think?” the man replies with a teasing lilt. The girl regards her delicately-shod feet, nodding slowly.
She stands up and begins to walk, staccato clicks of her heels echoing as she strides back and forth. Her sultry sashay draws your gaze to her toned, stocking-clad legs and those lustrous high heels punctuating each step. The camera’s angle allows you to see her feet from the heel to toe, the glossy black leather and sheer hosiery almost effervescent in contrast to the gleaming hardwood. After several passes, she stops and leans against the wall.
“You know,” she purrs as she begins to rub and flex her unbound feet, “pisode like this really takes it out of a girl.” She aims a perfectly arched foot towards the man’s crotch, giving a teasing nudge against his pants before moving on to her other foot.
The man lets out an involuntary groan and shifts his stance, twitching with anticipation as she continues to slowly massage her soles against the bulge now growing inside his pants. The girl smirks, obviously enjoying the power she holds over him.
“I think you owe those little piggies some gratitude, yeah?” she coos sweetly, bending over to lick the tip of one toe through the hose. She gives the foot a little wiggle which causes a small squeak to emanate from the man’s pants, followed by an unintelligible mumble which comes across as extremely aroused.
She turns and takes a step away, bends over and slides one hand slowly up the polished calf of her leg, pulling the toes back towards her thigh. The camera catches a bead of moisture gathering in the bend of her heel and slowly trickling downwards. The touring pathway of her teasing fingers ensure that dampness makes it way down these boughs of limbs.
She hears his sharp intake of breath and the barely-stifled moan which follows it. She then turns swiftly on her toes, cracking the heel of her stiletto against his thigh with perfect aim. Firm, solid, throbbing contact. She wiggles her hips and does it again, and again, all the while twisting in her last free leg to geta optimal, relatable view of her audience’s ever-growing, firming excitement, the wetter fabric tre prévu enعتقد.**
