First, We Feet

Maya Woulfe hangs in the dungeon, wrists bound above her head, her toes brushing your cock in one smooth stroke after another. The skin on her soles is warm and slick. Betty Solace stands close, heavy tits pushed against Maya’s ribs while she watches and waits. You slide the head between Maya’s arches, slow, testing how tight she can grip. Every time her breath catches, Betty lands the cane across the backs of Maya’s thighs. The sharp sting makes Maya’s feet flex harder around you. Her pussy glistens, swollen, but you hold back. You want the tension to stretch her nerves raw before you let her come. Betty’s smile cuts across her face as she readies another stroke. Maya’s toes curl, clenching the shaft like she’s already begging. You keep the pace even, edging yourself right there in her grip, knowing the next crack of the cane will make those pretty feet jerk and squeeze again. Her whole body strains, but the only thing touching your cock is those bound, shaking soles.