My Walking Coach

Sydney Cole knew she needed a walking coach fast, so she rang her friend Heidi and grabbed his number. He showed up quick enough that Sydney started getting damp the second she opened the door. Her tiny panties stuck to her folds while she walked slow circles around him in sky-high heels, then again barefoot, flexing her fresh cherry-red toes in front of his face. Every little wiggle made her clit throb. She could feel his eyes sticking to her soles and felt the wet heat grow. He might try to keep it professional, but she already knew his dick would give in before long. She wondered how long it would take before he gave up pretending to coach her and just asked for a footjob right there on the living room floor.