Pale Slut Grinds Her Oiled Feet All over My Hard Cock

She knows exactly what she's doing to you. Her pale, oiled feet are gliding up and down, the toes curling around, the soles rubbing along. The light purple polish on her toes catches your eye as she moves, slow and deliberate, every motion making your pulse quicken. You can almost feel the slickness of the oil coating the skin, her feet moving effortlessly. Her hands occasionally come into view, steadying herself as she shifts position.

Your hand is twitching, wanting to reach out and touch her. But for now, it's just her feet, working over with a mechanical rhythm that's driving you crazy. You're getting harder, your breathing getting shallower, as she continues to rub and press. How long will you last like this? The thought sends a shiver through you.

She's not slowing down, her feet still moving in that slow rhythm. Your ache is building, your pulse pounding in time with her strokes. You're edging closer and closer... but she's not giving relief. Not yet. Maybe not ever. All you can do is lie there and take it, feeling her feet work their magic. And that's all you want, just lie there and feel. Your hand is moving now, stroking in time with her feet. It's not going to take much more...