The Cock Masseuse

One cock plus two feet equals chaos if those feet belong to Maddy O'Reilly. She walks in looking stupid gorgeous, sits down, and gets to work with nothing but her soles. Billy's cock doesn't stand a chance. The second her toes wrap around him he's squirming like he's trying not to blast early, but good luck with that. She switches grips like she planned this on the train ride over—slow squeezes, quick strokes, that evil little circle at the head that makes his hips jump. You can practically see him begging the universe for mercy between gasps. When Maddy finally decides to finish him he erupts so hard the poor bastard has to hold onto the table edge like it's floating away. She just smirks, flexes those painted toes, and keeps rubbing through the mess like it's all part of the job description.