My Slutty Wife Jerks My Oiled Cock with Her Feet

She knows exactly what she's doing to you. Her purple-painted toes slide along the slick length, wrapping around it, teasing every inch. Her soles press and slide against it, the oil making every touch glide like silk. You feel her rhythm, slow and deliberate, shifting just enough to keep you on edge. Your hand tightens, your breath catches as she strokes with her feet, her long nails glinting. Every press of her soles sends a jolt through you, making you harder, wetter.

Her movements are hypnotic, her feet working with a practiced ease that makes your pulse race. You can't help but stroke in time with her, feeling the slick oil and the pressure of her feet. The heat builds in you, a slow burn that threatens to boil over at any moment. Her feet move faster now, the pressure increasing, but still she teases, still she edges you closer without letting you go over.

You feel yourself getting closer, your breathing ragged, your hand moving faster in time with her feet. She knows exactly what she's doing to you, knows how to keep you right on the edge. Your ache grows sharper, your rhythm quickening as she presses and strokes with her feet. And then...