Foot Job

David’s kiddo roulette landed face-down on step-dad this Father’s Day, and the brand-new girlfriend’s promised “relief” turned out about as satisfying as warm tap water. Luckily Esmi shows up with her own prescription. She gets him breathing again, eased back in the chair, shoulders dropping. Her fingertips work slow circles, a polite hello that quickly becomes a promise. She tells him, “Touch wherever you like,” and watches the last bit of wall crumble. Then she slips under the table, spreads wide, and plants both bare feet around his heavy cock. No frantic fist action for her—just that languid footjob, soles warm, toes curling like she’s counting every throb. The second he starts leaking she folds forward, swallows him to the root, and throat-fucks the rest of his load straight down her neck until his balls feel hollow.