Handsome teaser KC seduces you together with his yummy ft

Title: “Subtitled Teaser: KC’s Seductive Feet Fetish Fantasy”

A shadowy determine lounged languidly in opposition to a white backdrop, torn denims using low on his hips, exposing the outlined V of his decrease abs. Tattoos crawled up his muscular arms, hinting at a mysterious previous. Amethyst eyes gazed intensely into the digicam as KC parted his full lips, revealing a glint of tongue ring.

“Hey baby, you ready to play?” His raspy baritone despatched tingles down the backbone, stoking forbidden needs.

The digicam slowly panned down, previous the distinguished bulge straining in opposition to his zipper, to give attention to his giant, socked ft splayed confidently on the ground. He rotated one ankle, stretching and flexing his toes, the motion making the fuzzy cloth cling deliciously to every appendage.

“Mmm, my feet are feeing mighty warm today,” KC purred suggestively. “Think you could help me take off these cozy socks, gorgeous?”

Reverently, he peeled the cotton off one foot, baring an impressively sculpted sole and gnarled toes, every digit calling out to be worshipped. KC wiggled the digits coquettishly, making the digicam lens glisten.

“Smell that?” He slid the sock beneath the lens, crowding it with earthy masculine scent. “Pure man-flesh. Your reward for being such a good boy.”

The digicam adopted as he introduced the sock to his crimson lips, inching it between his plump lips in a vulgar show of cock-sucking simulation, tongue tracing the seam.

“Mm, tastes sweaty and dirty just how I like it,” KC growled, pupils blown extensive with lust. “Bet it would feel even better stretched tight ’round your eager throbbing pole, wouldn’t it babe?”

He licked a shiny moist stripe up his sole, erotic enjoyment twisting his good-looking options. Squarely into the lens, he mouthed the phrases “Suck my toes”.

KC curled his toes like a chicken, making the digicam glisten once more. “You like staring at my perfectly shaped digits like some hungry dog starved for a boney treat?” His wrist flicked dismissively. “Go on then, bury your face in my foot-worshipping man-pit.”

Unsparing in his crudeness, he rolled onto his again, rig-ridged muscle groups rippling as he arched his hips, making his substantial package deal dance enticingly in opposition to his denims. Raising one thick thigh, he revealed himself absolutely to the lens, nipples tightly puckered, abs carved of granite, beefy cock ragingly erect in opposition to the proscribing denim.

“Poor baby, what’s got you all swollen and aching like that?” KC mocked as he slid his foot, chief naked, down his brawny chest. He traced one excellent row of abs, earlier than harshly grinding his heel in opposition to his nipple. Biting his lip, he simpered “Lick it better baby, no tongue no cum, so give me that oral!”

Side-stepping, the digicam targeted on KC’s huge erection straining his zipper, denting within the middle, spit-slick and ideal. He fancied a free hand into his waistband, stroking his cock whereas he nursed his sock with kittenish licks, the odor of man musk filling the air like a spell.

“Pulse for me,” he croaked as he tucked his nostril between his toes and sniffed greedily, smearing his saliva over his sole earlier than suckling possessively. He appeared utterly in addition to himself with lust, so misplaced in foot obsession his balls should be crazed with stress.

Slowly, he extracted his mouth with a messy pop and introduced the spit-wet, musk-enhanced sock to his lips, drawing a whorish kiss to its damp folds. Tennently stuffing his mouth full of cloth, he humped his hips desperately, clearly fucking himself on phantom friction. His free handcrafted fast work of unleashing his cock, too heavy with need to maintain again, grip tight and relentless the place the socking could not attain.

“Yes,” he sighed across the sock, gasping and panting as he jacked his meat cane builders. “Fucking take it baby.”

His orgasm stunned him, eyes rolling white and toes curling as donor-white erupted from his slit, portray his beefy abs. He rolled his hips, milking each final drop from his throbbing glans, trying completely completed in.

He collapsed again on his damp, splattered tee-shirt with a sated moan, sock nonetheless stuffed in his mouth, a sick parody of overstimulated pleasure. Surging via the perspiration dotting his muscular torso, his fucked-out face wore an expression of smug, self-satisfied euphoria.

Out from between his kiss-swollen lips, he pulled the sock and raised it as if in salute. “Get yours, fellas,” KC chuckled throatily, earlier than the shot light into black, photographic proof of his beautiful, heady, manly musk endlessly obtainable for devotee consumption.