Sisters boyfriend wants a footjob from sexy Sky Pierce

“The Sensual Soles of Sin”

Sky Pierce, the ravenous vixen with legs so long, they could reach the spa – and soul so manicured, she could sign your life away. Her feet, oh, those divine arches and dainty toes, painted a tantalizing pink, like ripe sunsets off a briny shore. They’d make Even Medusa blush with envy.

Anyone with eyes could see the sinful allure those soles possessed. Her boyfriend, currently toiling under the table, could certainly attest. There he was, a slave to those sexy feet, lapping at each tiny toe like it was God’s own pearl. His eyes rolled back, drunk on their scent. Ardent worship, the only rite of passage he sought.

Sky lounged casually, bare legs draped over his shoulders, her flimsy robe parting to reveal a lacy thong. Not that it mattered – the real treasure was perched a few inches above. She grinned wickedly as his face dove between her unshod feet. Her lucid gaze, traced his devoted pilgrimage.

“Oh, and here I thought you loved my ass,” Sky giggled, gyrating her hips teasingly. “Looks like my feet have finally stolen your heart!”

“Guilty as charged,” He confessed between slurps. “There’s just something about your soles. They drive me wild, Bunny.”

My, my, wasn’t the man honest. Transfixed by those priceless arches, he blocked out the rest of a world that barely measured up. Who needs expensive shoes, when you had Sky’s sinful sole for your throne? He bathed them in worship, tongue trailing their soft curves.

“Well, go on then,” She purred, voice sultry as a summer breeze, “Put that skilled mouth to good use. Let’s see how many orgasms you can give me with just those sexy feet of yours.”

Challenge accepted. He lunged for her instep, sucking hard, leaving a moaning mess in his wake. His tongue traced lazy lines up her calf, dipping teasingly into her toes. Each press of flesh against flesh left his breath ragged – she was as addictive as illicit opium.

Growing bolder, he lifted her foot, peering at the sole like it was his next meal. Perhaps it was? With a roguish grin, he began licking, up and down, covering every inch like he had all the time in the world. She flinched at the first touch but soon melted, feet twitching in delight.

“God, just like that,” She urged, squirming on her seat. Her petals dampened as arousal rushed like a flood. “Get your face between my toes. Come on, work for it!”

He complied, squeezing them into his mouth. Each digit got the VIP treatment – sucking thoroughly before switching to its neighbor. All the while, his free hand snaked up her robe, cupping the swell of her ass. Because if he was going to be a slave, he might as well take advantage.

Lost in ecstasy, they forgot the rest of the room. The couch, their clothes, everything blurred as His world narrowed to her silken skin. He coaxed orgasms from her with nothing but tongue and saliva, relishing each tremor. This was his masterpiece, his zenith. To worship Sky’s feet was to be the luckiest man alive.

By the end, her toes were coated in his mess, her pussy dripping in desire. Toes curled in post-orgasmic bliss, she beckoned him closer. “Come ‘ere,” She crooned, voice heavy with satisfaction.

He scrambled up eagerly, heart leaping when her nails raked his chest. Her kisses were sweeter than honey, more addictive than drug – he hungrily drew her closer. Their release was volcanic, release-years of pent up worship unloading in seconds. His seed shocked her belly as she shook from her own climax.

Finally, they collapsed, sweaty and sated, limbs tangled together. His eyes didn’t leave her face, absorbing every feature, committing them to memory. Her in turn, appeared transfixed by his lips – the same lips that brought her more pleasure than she’d dared imagine.

“You know,” She breathed, still trying to catch her breath, “for anyone who’s never had a foot job, this shit is life changing.”

He only grinned, smug yet utterly infatuated. “I aim to please, princess.” With lovers like her, how could he not? Her feet, her pussy, her body as a whole. It was all his dream. Let the world burn if it kept a treasure like Sky in his arms.

In the end, it was more than a footjob – it was a declaration of love. A testament to the power of feet. Because who said a woman needed expensive clothes when her most prized possession only needed a skilled tongue and devoted love? From that day on, he was her eternal slave – and Sky? She rode his worship like the queen she was.