Foot Fetish & Anal Sex

Kevin flopped back against the headboard, grinning like an idiot as Amylee swung one long leg over him and planted her toes on his chest. She wiggled them once and his cock snapped to attention like it had just been drafted. "Pay attention," she teased, sliding the ball of her foot down until it hovered a few teasing inches above him. She took her time, letting each toe brush him, then pressed her sole flat. Not hard, just firm enough to make the head of his cock throb up against her skin. Kevin’s breath hitched. She laughed and dragged the arch slowly along his shaft, coating herself with the slick he’d already spilled. Every time he twitched, her toes curled down like they were claiming him. "Shoes on the bed already," she said, nudging the tip with her heel. "You’re so easy." She slid both feet around him, ankles crossed, and started stroking him with smooth, confident pressure. Her footjob had the lazy ease of a girl who knew exactly how fast to go and when to stop. Kevin grabbed fistfuls of sheet and tried not to finish in three strokes. Amylee just smiled wider, pushing her soles together until his cock disappeared between them. Her toes squeezed at the top of every glide, almost polite about it, like they were thanking him for coming over. When he was right on the edge and buzzing, Amylee pulled both feet away, leaving him gasping. "Flip," she ordered, already reaching for the little bottle on the nightstand. He rolled onto his stomach and she straddled his back, knees on either side of his ribs, ass hovering temptingly in the air. She poured oil between her hands, rubbed it warm, then slid two slick fingers straight down between his cheeks. No preamble, no warning, just a slow, confident push past the ring of muscle. Kevin groaned into the pillow. She worked him open with one hand while the other reached beneath him and gave his aching cock an occasional lazy squeeze, like she was reminding him who held the leash. When she decided he was ready, she slid off, positioned herself behind, and pressed the head of her strap-on against him. She paused, just long enough to let the anticipation bite. "Still good?" He managed a nod. Amylee chuckled, grabbed his hips, and sank into him in one smooth motion. The first thrust knocked the air out of him; the second made his toes curl the way hers had earlier. She fucked him with the same calm rhythm she’d used on his cock, hips rolling, pace deliberate. Every few strokes she reached down and gave his shaft a sympathetic stroke or a quick twist of her fingers until he was pushing back against her, chasing it. She stayed locked inside him when he finally came, cock jerking in her hand, thighs shaking. Amylee kissed the back of his neck, still moving—slow, easy, milking the last tremors out of him. "Told you you’d like the combo special," she murmured against his skin, and Kevin, face-down and spent, could only laugh into the pillow.