Footsie Gymnastics

Lily keeps herself bendy with split routines and cardio that leaves her breathing hard. Bruno watches, and his cock jerks awake like someone flicked a switch. He always tells her later that nothing does it for him the way the sight of her in that skimpy leotard does. Her body stays rock-hard, shoulders cut, waist tight, thighs like coiled springs. When the last stretch ends, he’s already free and jutting, balls tight, tip glistening. Lily grins, drops to her elbows, and offers both feet up without a word. Her soles are warm from the floor. She rubs them along his shaft nice and slow, toes spreading to trap the head, arch pressing just right. Bruno hisses between his teeth and tries not to laugh; even he can’t believe two pale feet can own him this completely, but they do every time. Lily works them with lazy skill, squeezing at the root, sliding up until the sensitive spot beneath the head slips between her toes, and giving quick little flicks that make pre-cum trail across her skin. She knows when to speed up and when to back off, stretching him out until he’s grunting, hips pumping into the tunnel of her feet like it’s the best pussy he ever had. The finish comes fast once she twists both sets of toes around the crown at once. Hot spurts stripe her arches, and Bruno sinks back onto the mat, grinning at the ceiling while Lily wiggles sticky toes and claims another round.