Three Days Sober and I Still Beg for Your Feet

She knows exactly what she's doing to you. She arches her foot, slowly, and you feel the tease. Her legs are spread wide, a vision in white lace, black ribbon ties begging to be undone. She presses her sole against your hardness, her toes curling around you.

Her body moves with your rhythm, her hips shifting slightly as she works you with her feet. Her facial expressions are a subtle dance, a smile, closed eyes, direct eye contact that makes you ache. Hands enter the frame occasionally, guiding her ankles or calves as she manipulates your hardness. You're getting harder by the second.

You can't help but stroke yourself as you watch her work you with her feet. She's relentless, her movements rhythmic and teasing. Your pulse is racing, your breath catching in your throat. How long will you last under her skilled touch? You feel the edge approaching, your hand moving faster. The only way to find out is to press play and let Sofia's skilled feet take control of your pleasure.