Footjob with oil / Foot fetish – syndicete

The sultry blonde vixen sashayed into the room, her crimson lips curled into a wicked grin. She wore sheer black stockings that hugged her toned calves and accentuated her high arches. Reaching down, she slowly rolled the stockings off, revealing her soft, supple feet. Her toes were painted a deep, seductive red to match her nails.

She perched on the edge of the bed, beckoning her lover forward with a crooked finger. He approached eagerly, eyes devouring every inch of her curvaceous body. She smirked, pushing him back down into a plush armchair. “Not yet, baby. I have something special planned first.”

Rising gracefully, she sauntered over to the nightstand, selecting a bottle of fragrant massage oil. She poured a generous amount into her palms, rubbing them together until they glistened. Then, with a mischievous wink, she sank to her knees between his legs.

Her delicate hands began to massage the oil into his hardened length, her dexterous fingers coiling around his throbbing shaft. She pumped him slowly, teasingly, admiring the way the light reflected off the slick oil. Leaning in, she flicked her tongue out to taste his salty essence, swirling it around the engorged head of his cock.

But it was his reaction she craved. Lifting her feet, she pressed her soft soles against his shaft, sliding them up and down in a firm, steady rhythm. Her strong arches gripped him lovingly, coating his entire length in shimmering oil. She rubbed her feet faster, relishing the feel of his thick pulsating heat against her skin.

He groaned, bucking his hips into her touch, lost in the erotic sensation of her slippery feet enveloped around him. She smothered his cock with her sexy soles, massaging him from base to tip, determined to bring him undone. Her feet worked him over relentlessly, like he was her personal sex toy.

If the obscene sounds of violating his manhood wasn’t decent enough, he felt the wonderful pressure of her feet squeezing his sack and groin. He had to remain still while she had her way, worshipping his cock with her own.
She worked one foot off his pole, and replaced it with the other, alternating her slippery arches up and down his entire manliness. Her movements were precise, like a skilled fleshlight wanking away at his penis. The sweat was dripping down his body, but she didn’t care, content with using her lovely feet as sex toys to pleasure his erection.

His heavy breathing hinted at how much he was enjoying this foot worship session. But more importantly, he knew his kinky lover was really getting off to the sensation of wrapping her smooth soles around his throbbing erection. The wet slapping against his groin, the musky taste of his pre-ejaculate…she couldn’t help being aroused in the process.

She was a true foot girl, a gorgeous specimen that loved dipping her soles into oil and other wonderfully-consistent fluids. The way he would throb and pulse in her firm grasp, the control she had over him, building his pleasure but keeping him from going over the edge. Its all part of her exhibitionist advantage, demanding him to focus on her lovely feet and completely ignoring his pleasure beyond her whims. Treating him as hers, her personal sex slave.

She increased her tempo, the muscles of her legs straining with effort, but she wouldn’t stop until she gave him the explosive ending he deserved. Pumping his shaft faster and harder, her crimson nails raking up his thighs, her feet gripping him like a lover’s embrace.
She executed such penetrating thrusts as she squeezed the head of his cock with her big toe. Jamming his love tools between each of them. She used each of the red orbs, alternating feet to massage his shaft into submission. He could feel her slimy fluids drenching his arousal, and the taste of her juices all over him, she was making him savor every drop of her affection.

He couldn’t hold back any longer, crying out in pleasure as his release exploded from him in a torrent of cum. It splattered everywhere, coating her delectable feet, drenching her toes, dripping down her calves. She worked him through his orgasm, milking every last drop with her skillful feet until he collapsed back against the chair, spent and panting.

With a satisfied smile, she lifted her glistening feet and slowly licked the cum from between her toes, savoring his taste on her tongue. “Mmmm, delicious,” she purred. Rising gracefully, she presented her feet to him once more, coated in their combined essences. “Now, where were we?” she asked with a seductive wink.