Laying down on a lazy Sunday, only he can’t resist the sight of my soft soles. My sides of my soles sandwich his cock, casually rubbing each other while his shaft is helplessly trapped between them. I tease him with the occasional stroke, not giving him the satisfaction of feeling my wrinkled soles fully engulf his bulging meat. I edge him for more than 20 minutes, with streams of precut flowing from his top, until eventually he spews and splatters his load all over my waiting soles.