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She sat on the sofa, alone. Her dress was pulled up above he..

Published: October 8th 2025, 4:37:32 am

She sat on the sofa, alone. Her dress was pulled up above her thighs. Her long legs glistened with lotion—every movement smooth and flowing... 💦

She slowly ran the sole of her foot over his tense cock through the fabric of his pants. He moaned. And she just smiled—cold, confident. 💕🤤

The sole pressed rhythmically... 🤔 Up and down... Slowly erasing his will. He begged for more — but she only pressed her heel harder, making him gasp for breath...😱😱

I sit on the edge of the sofa, slowly stretch out my leg, and place my cool sole directly on his tense penis through the fabric. He shudders. I smile — coldly, playfully. 😈🍆

I lift my other leg and gently wrap my feet around his thighs. My toes squeeze slightly,💋💋 as if trying out the rhythm. Then I start to move: one foot slides down his length, the other squeezes at the base — hot, tight, slow. 😈😈😏

His body tenses. He tries to lean forward, but I press down sharply with my heel, fo rcing him to freeze.💦💦

“Don't rush,” I whisper almost silently and increase thе.

Up and down... My foot caresses him through the fabric faster and faster. The toe of my delicate leggings rubs against his head... With each movement, he moans louder... His breathing becomes ragged...😼

And then — a sharp spasm... The fabric darkens with drops... I can feel the warmth even through my sock...

But I don't stop...

I know — you want more? 💖