Practices

I'll be honest—I have zero practice when it comes to foot fun. But my new guy swears he’s an absolute expert on smoking-hot legs, and his enthusiasm is contagious. So I decided to put on a little show, just to see if I could fry his brain the fun way. Leather mini skirt, bare thighs, and one killer high heel dangling from my big toe, swinging like it had somewhere naughty to be. He watches every flex. I let my foot slide up his calf, slow, tracing the line of muscle with my arch until he jerks and goes hard. The shoe drops. I press my warm sole straight against his zipper, rubbing the hard shape underneath until fabric strains and he groans. Then I kick both heels off, settle on the couch, and lift both legs to box him in. Sole-to-cock friction, toes curling and grabbing and smearing, steady rhythm. Sweat starts to bead, he bucks, and a dark wet spot spreads right under my heel. I grin, because who knew my feet could handle solo duty this well?