Refreshing the tired feet

Alison flopped down by the pool, legs like overstretched noodles after a week that kicked her butt. Sunshine hit her sore soles and she closed her eyes for a quick reset. Out of nowhere came Kristian Devil—smirking like he'd caught her thinking naughty thoughts. Their chat meandered until she mentioned her feet staging a full revolt. He raised an eyebrow and dared her to prove it. She wrapped both hot, tired soles around his cock and started sliding them up and down, gripping the shaft between her arches. The warm skin flexed, skin slipping over sensitive spots. Kristin could feel her toes squeeze and knead him, the lazy strokes turning each soft ridge of her foot into a secret footjob massage. Still a bit wobbly, maybe, but they delivered, slipping along his length until his breath hitched and his balls tightened against the tickle of her heels.