He’s lying down in the bedroom, resting, trying to have some alone time. But I barge in proclaiming, “No days off!” I pull his dick out of his shorts and tell him to take them off so I could wrap my wrinkled soles around his dick. My wrinkled soles take control, as I rub his head on the smooth ridges in a brush-like motion, while holding it up with my right toes. I remind him of how easy he is, and how my feet aren’t so soft because “He needs to rest,” according to the soft dick loser. His moans of complaint for me interfering with his rest soon becomes moans of pleasure from my wrinkled soles draining his semen from his nut sack. He produces enough precum to make a squishing sound as I brush the clear secretions into my already moist soles. He eventually spittles his cum out like a lazy river, as I guide and hold his head against the ridges and wrinkles of my foot, all while the white creamy goodness cascades on the topside of my other foot. But I don’t stop there! I continue, demanding more cum, and continuing to rub his cumin to my soles. I then use the right toes to grip and squeeze on his head in a pulsating motion, until he spews the rest of the payload into my gripping toes.