Feetogenic

Tina Kay sneaks into the studio and peeks over Renato’s shoulder at the photos he just took. One look at the foot shots and she’s grinning, because she knows exactly what he likes. His head turns; she’s already planted herself on the table, bare feet kicked out in front of him like an invitation he can’t refuse. The two of them start slow—she rests a heel in his hand, and he presses the pad of his thumb right into the middle of her sole. Little moans slip out every time his fingers rub over a soft spot. He lifts her foot, drops a light kiss to the arch, then traces the curve with his tongue until it tickles. Tina scoots closer, pressing her other foot into the growing bulge in his pants, feeling the shape of him through the fabric. He grips her ankles, slides both feet together, and runs his cock between them, groaning when her toes curl around the head on each stroke. Oil comes out of a drawer, warm on her skin. Renato spreads it with both hands, massaging every inch until her feet gleam, then lets her smooth them up and down his shaft, one foot at a time. The rhythm picks up. He squeezes harder, pushes deeper between her slippery soles while she watches his face. When he finally lets go, he kisses the tops of her toes, sucking each one until she’s laughing and squirming, ready for whatever wicked thing he dreams up next.