After all the filthy teasing Helena Price had been throwing at me, I was dying to know if she was actually gonna wrap those pretty feet around my cock and give me the footjob I’d been craving. She knew from the very first second why I wanted to meet her — I wanted to feel her soft soles stroking my hard dick until I exploded. So I cut straight to it and asked if she was down to give footjobs. She gave me this wicked little smile and said, “If you want my feet on that cock, you gotta play by my rules, baby. You do whatever the fuck I want.” I smirked and asked, “Then tell me what you need me to do to earn these soft, warm soles sliding all over my throbbing dick.” She leaned in close, eyes sparkling with mischief, and purred, “Play the boss game, slut. Do everything I say... and if you’re a good boy, I’ll reward you by milking that cock dry with my feet.” Fuck, playing her game was intense, but the real highlight was finally feeling those glossy red toes and sexy high heels pressing and stroking my cock. The way she worked me... holy wow, it felt incredible. She had me leaking and moaning like a desperate little bitch until I blew the biggest load all over her perfect feet. Absolute heaven.
