FootsieBabes Alyssa Bounty Foot-Fucked Me Until I Came On Her Toes!

Title: “T-Minus to Toe-Busting Bliss”

The clock struck midnight, and Alyssa Bounty, the buxom vixen, sashayed into the dimly lit room wearing nothing but a sultry smile and a pair of red stilettos. Her luscious curves swayed with each confident stride, hypnotizing her eager playmate for the night. She was ready to torment and tease until her unsuspecting partner was babbling like a bumbling fool, begging for mercy from her devious, dexterous feet.

As she approached, the lucky lad couldn’t help but gawk at her natural, pert breasts, a tantalizing contrast to her round, juicy rump. He gulped, adjusting himself, already painfully hard for the insatiable beauty bearing down on him. Alyssa giggled, amused by his shameless ogling, as she let her stilettos clack against the floor, each step stirring something primal within him to the core.

She stopped inches from his face, her tongue playing with the stud in her lip. “Mmm, you seem a little overdressed for the occasion, baby,” she purred, her voice dripping with desire. With a flick of her wrist, she’d torn off his shirt, revealing his rippling, rock-hard torso. She rewarded him with a prolonged, seductive lick along his muscular abdomen.

Suddenly, she shoved him back onto the plush sofa, situating herself between his legs. Her shapely ass brushed against his throbbing manhood as she purred menacingly, “Now then, playtime begins.”

Her toes, adorned with sparkly Vivienne Westwood polish, danced along his inner thighs, finding their way to the base of his shaft. They dragged painfully slowly up his length, circling the swollen tip before retreating back down. Over and over, she stroked him, each pass building a tortuous friction with no release, working him into a frenzy. His hips bucked involuntarily, seeking out something more, more sensation, more of her intoxicating touch.

“Patience, doll,” she cooed, smacking his leg with a come-hither glare. She brought her soles together, sandwiching his steel-like member between the velvety softness. With a wink, she ran her feet up and down his frenzied cock, each brush of damp satin stroking him to the brink of madness. Tighter and tighter she squeezed, a sinful smile plastered on her face as she edged him, obliterating his senses.

Sweat beaded his forehead as he instinctively started fucking her feet, desperate for release. Her giggle was positively criminal. She slowed her pace, rubbing lazy circles on his loser, aching to prolong the exquisite torment. He groaned, pistoning faster, chasing his pleasure. Alyssa teased her toes along his sack, tilting her head as expertly tightened her grip, milking his length.

“That’s it baby,” she mewled, “Give yourself over to me.” His cock was throbbing, begging to erupt. Alyssa teased her big, soft toes along his frenulum, coaxing him to the edge again and again.

With a primal roar, he exploded. Thick, hot ropes of come painted her instep and toes. Alyssa squealed with delight, rubbing his spooge into her soles, marking herself as his permanent foot slut. As the waves of rapture passed, she released him from his wrestling with her feet. He collapsed back onto the sofa, panting, his mind in a euphoric blank.

Alyssa, glistening with his seed, brought her toes to her lips. “Mmm, you taste divine, pet,” she celebrated, licking him clean before sucking each toe dry of his load. She set them back on his chest, daring him to come again.

Too eager to refuse, he attacked her feet with gratitude, paying meticulous attention to her cute little toes. She sighed, leaning back, letting him worship her until her feet were spit-shined, glistering and utterly useless for walking. Just how she wanted them.

With a final wriggle of her enlarged, engorged toes, she rose, announcing playtime was over for tonight. He watched slack-jawed, drooling, as she walked away, her footsteps leaving a trail of his come. The room swam as his mind reeled. He knew she’d be back to smother him all over again. Even with her essence still fresh on his face, he was already twitching for their next toe-tangling rendezvous. But for now, the cool air on his skin was a pleasant reminder of the earth-shattering toe-busting they’d shared. Now he just needed to count down the infernal minutes until he could feel her divine digits deep in his psyche again, driving him wild. Goddamn, what a woman! What a footsie babe.