Salve for the soles

Timea lives for using her feet. She presses her soles together, traps a hard cock between them, and strokes slow and slick. That thick pulse under her arches hits every nerve she owns and makes her grin like a cat with cream. She drags her toes up the shaft, rubs her heels against it, keeps the rhythm just shy of wicked. At the finish the ropes land hot across her skin, warming each curve and crease, and she laughs because the feeling sends her right over the edge and turns her own toes into her favorite toy.