Rebecca Loves Catering to Men’s Kinks Like Foot Fetishes

foot fetishesI love men with foot fetishes! Watching a cock get hard and cum on my feet is an experience that never fails to leave me breathless. It’s a sensory overload in the best possible way, with every moment building up to an explosive climax.

It starts with the anticipation – seeing the guy’s eyes light up as he takes in my painted toes and long legs. His gaze lingers, and I can almost feel his desire growing thicker by the second. Then, he reaches out a trembling hand to gently caress my skin, sending shivers down my spine.

As his fingers dance across my foot, I watch in rapt attention as his cock begins to stir. It twitches at first, then slowly starts to lengthen and thicken until it’s standing proudly erect. The sight of it makes me wet between the legs – there’s something so primal about knowing that just my feet can have this effect on someone.

He continues to worship me, kissing and licking every inch of my skin until I’m squirming with pleasure. His mouth is hot against me, leaving trails of moisture wherever he touches. And through it all, his cock grows harder and harder until it’s straining against his pants.

Finally, he can’t take it anymore. With a groan of need, he frees himself from his clothing and lets out a sigh of relief as his cock springs free. It’s huge and pulsing now, leaking precum onto the floor as he strokes himself furiously.

I spread my legs wider then push them together again around him while moaning loudly for more! He knows exactly what I want – for him to cum all over my feet! So after some teasing where we both edge each other closer without going over… eventually those muscles start tensing up …and then he explodes! Hot, sticky cum shoots out from the tip of his cock and lands right on my toes. It’s warm and thick, coating them completely as he continues to pump more into me. I gasp in delight as each drop hits its mark – this is exactly what we both wanted!

As he finishes cumming, he collapses onto me with a satisfied sigh while still holding onto his now-limp member. We stay like that for a moment; him catching his breath and me basking in the afterglow of our shared experience. Then slowly but surely, we disentangle ourselves from each other’s embrace before starting all over again… because let’s face it – once you’ve tasted foot worship heaven like this once? There’s no going back!

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