She Grinds Her Pink Toes All over My Hard Cock

She knows exactly what she's doing to you. Her slow moves, the way she crosses those long legs, her toes curling and uncurling. Her pink nails catch the light as she shifts, smiling right at you. You can't help but reach down, your hand wrapping around your growing hardness. Her gaze never leaves yours as she starts to rub her feet against you, the pressure building. She uses both feet, stroking and pressing against your length. The sensation is intense, her soles and toes moving up and down, side to side. Your breathing quickens, your pulse racing. You're getting harder by the second, her slow deliberate movements driving you wild. She keeps eye contact, her smile teasing as she works you with her feet. Your hand moves in time with hers, stroking your length. The friction is building, the ache growing. You can feel yourself getting closer to the edge. How long will you last under her skilled feet? The tension is building, your body responding to every touch of her skin against yours. Your rhythm quickens, your breath catching in your throat. She's taking you there, one slow stroke at a time. Can you hold on?