Thanksgiving FEMDOM Foot Affair

James Riker had it bad. A filthy foot slut stuck at Thanksgiving, staring at his soon-to-be sister-in-law’s bare toes and fighting a hard-on that wouldn’t quit. He slipped away, meant to jerk off in the bathroom, but Lorelei’s bedroom door stood open and the scent of leather and nylon pulled him in. Pantyhose everywhere, heels lined like weapons. He picked up a shoe, pressed his nose to the insole, shoved his cock against the silky pile and started stroking like a man who’d lost his mind. Lorelei caught him mid-thrust, cum already streaking her favorite black pair. She didn’t shout. She smiled, shut the door, and told him to strip. Now he’s on his knees, mouth full of her perfect toes, sucking each one clean while she grinds her heel against his leaking dick. Every lick makes her wetter; every whimper earns another cruel twist of her ankle. She cums loud, thighs shaking, then pins his shaft between her soles and strokes him slow and mean until he’s begging. When he finally shoots, she wipes his load across her feet, makes him lick it off, then winds the sticky pantyhose around his wrists and ankles, leaving him hog-tied in the closet for his fiancée to discover.