After my Peloton workout, my body is glistening and my feet are soaked with sweat. I call you to my feet just as my ride is coming to an end. Obediently, you kneel before me and start by untying my shoes, peeling them off one by one. My damp socks cling to my skin, and I make you slide them down slowly, releasing the heat and musk from my workout. The moment my bare feet are free, I press them against your face and over your mouth. You open wide, gagging as my sweaty toes slide in, the salty taste filling your mouth while you sputter and struggle to take it. The loud gagging sounds you make only fuel me more, I don’t let up for a second. At times I make sure to press my feet hard against your cock, teasing and tormenting you, before landing a few sharp kicks right into your balls to remind you of your place. I drive my toes deeper, stuffing your mouth full and keeping you under my control. Every drop of sweat runs down your lips and onto your tongue, and you’re left gagging and helpless exactly the way I want.
