Femdom Footjob Olympics

Allie Heart and I made a bet. Longest footjob. Meanest. Sloppiest. Winner takes all. One cock between us? Problem. Then came the lucky break. Two slaves. Two hard cocks lined up and waiting. Blonde and brunette took their places, legs spread, ankles locked in cuffs. They worked slow at first. Teased. Pressed the soft arches down until skin stretched tight over the heads. Then they got sloppy. Spit ran in thick strings. Toes curled hard around the shafts. The blonde worked one cock with sharp, deliberate strokes while the brunette ground her heel into the other until it twitched. Both slaves stayed tied. Both stayed silent. The only sounds were skin on skin and wet, filthy rhythm. No mercy. Just two dommes proving who owned the better pair of feet.