“You never should have told me about your foot fetish. That was your big mistake, wasn’t it? Letting me know how my bare soles get you all hot and bothered. Now I’ve got them right here—soft, naked, irresistible—and I’m going to tease you senseless, all because you couldn’t keep that secret to yourself.” i wiggle my toes, slow and deliberate, my voice a flirty, mocking lilt. “Unzip—stroke that cock. You handed me your weakness, and I’m running wild with it.” “My bare soles—just look at them, too bad they make you so hard, huh? One peek at these toes, and you’re done.” i pump my hand in the air, a slow, commanding motion. “Pump it for me. You gave me this power, footguy, and I can’t believe how easy it is to manipulate you. My soles in your face, my hand moving—just like that—and you’re tugging away.” “You really screwed up telling me, didn’t you? Now these perfect soles are staring you down—every wrinkle, every curve, driving you wild—and all it takes is this—” i pump my fist again, faster. “—to make you stroke like a pet. It’s your fault I know, your fault I can tease you ‘til you’re helpless. You can’t resist, can you? My bare feet, my hand gestures—you’re stroking because you told me.” “Oh, you never should’ve let it slip. My bare soles own you now—soft, ticklish, perfect. Too bad they get you hard every time. And this?” i pump my hand, sharp and quick. "This is the icing on the cake. I can’t believe how effortlessly I make you tug that cock—especially with my soles right here. You’re powerless—stroke it faster, I’m counting you down! Five… four… three… two… one—cum for me, quick!”