Temptation of the feet

Alexa Nicole slips her black strappy heels in front of Danny Mountain, ankles crossed, and his eyes lock on those shiny ankle straps like they're handcuffs that might open and release a guilty pleasure. One foot rises, taps his thigh, and the heel prods. "Not yet," her smile says. The shoes creak as her toes press into the leather, leather that's so thin you can almost see the skin tones hiding underneath. Danny swallows and leans closer. The shoes stay on for another slow-motion minute, just long enough for him to salivate and beg. Finally one tiny buckle clicks open. Off comes the first sandal. Her bare sole flexes, arches into the air like a cat stretching. She plants it square on his crotch, warm and soft, pressing enough to make sure he feels every ridge of her toes outlining the zipper. First squeeze sends sparks up his spine, then two, and pretty soon her heel slides up and down his shaft in lazy, heady strokes that mash denim and cartilage together. The second shoe finally flies. Now the other foot wedges itself up his inner thigh, arch rubbing denim raw until he wriggles and groans. She tosses a cushion onto the floor; Danny drops to his knees like worship comes easy. She slides both naked soles onto his tongue, heel to ball, sole to lips, and he laps at skin slick with her own warm sweat. Her big toes part his lips the way preachers part sin. His cock jerks visibly inside his jeans. Alexa arches a single brow, amused, keeps pedaling. She cups his balls with one foot, drives the other down the length of his dick in hard little pumps. Every vein on her instep pulls tight, corded white tendons flashing. The rhythm snaps faster. Slick skin against steel shaft. The room fills with heavy breaths. Danny's face goes blank. Alexa traps him between sole and padded heel, quick friction strokes that tug pre-cum until it's glossing her skin. He gasps. Cum fountains upward in streaks across her arches, down the crease of her toes, pooling in pearl ribbons that string between every digit as she wiggles them, proud of the mess. She flexes, watches it smear, gives him that little satisfied smirk that says, "Mission accomplished." Then the feet disappear into her sandals once more. Show over? Not yet. She winks. "Ready for part two?"