Can I Be A Regular?

Eric Masterson stops dead in his tracks today. Usually the guy's quick with a lie or a crooked smile to get what he wants, but Jojo Kiss has flipped the script. She wants a massage on her lower back, legs, and feet. Nothing crazy, yet the moment she offers steady return visits as payment, his feet-rubbing inexperience suddenly feels negotiable. She proves it by sliding one bare sole straight onto his crotch, rolling her toes, finding him already stiff under the fabric. Eric swallows a grin, working her arches harder. Jojo feels him twitch and that’s all the permission she needs. With a wicked little laugh she lifts both feet, crosses her ankles, and starts an unhurried footjob right over his pants. Her soles drag, squeeze, pump with confident rhythm while Eric’s hands drift lower, slipping between her thighs to tease her slick folds. The air thickens; Jojo licks her lips and leans in, mouth open, eyes bright. She’ll get that cock nice and wet with her tongue, she promises, but only under one rule: if he blows, every drop lands on her pretty feet. No exceptions. Eric nods, half-dazed, hands never slowing.