My long blonde hair cascades over my shoulders, framing my piercing blue eyes that lock onto yours with wicked promise. Black tattoos swirl across my pale skin, intricate vines and symbols tracing up my thighs, disappearing under the leather.I recline back slightly, extending my long legs forward, soles of my perfectly pedicured feet hovering inches from your face in this intimate second-person gaze.
The camera lingers on them;soft arches, painted toes wiggling teasingly, the faint scent of leather and lotion teasing your senses.
You're my devoted footboy, helpless under my spell, pulsing as I flex and point, drawing you closer without a word.Kneel now, eyes fixed on my soles as they brush your lips, commanding your every stroke. Grip yourself slow, matching the rhythm of my toes curling in invitation. Faster as my heel presses against your thigh, building that ache only I can unleash. You're mine to edge, to worship, until I arch my foot just so, triggering your release in hot, shuddering waves across my skin. Cum for step-Mommy's feet, good boy. Spill it all.
