Play with my feet instead!

Skylar spotted Alan fiddling with his contraptions and decided she’d had enough of the neglect. A sly grin crept across her face. She crept up barefoot, graceful as any housecat, and planted her perfect soles around his cock. Her toes gripped him tight, rubbing slow and deliberate until Alan finally dropped whatever gadget had his attention. She worked him hard between the arches of her feet, savoring every twitch, every hitched breath. Once he stood slick and ready, she slid forward, positioning herself so his length rubbed exactly where she needed it—pushing deep with one smooth, wicked motion.