KINKY JOI: Worship Helena's Sexy Feet

Helena Locke spent the whole shift in patent leather pumps and sheer nylon stockings that now hold every trace of her day. She catches you staring and runs a slow hand up her calf so you follow the seam all the way to her thighs. Your cock swells against your zipper; she giggles at how obvious you are. She parts her knees, nylon stretching tight across her cunt, and tells you to take it out. Her fingers drift under the stocking edge, gathering sweat behind her knee. She wipes the slick on her fingertips and lets you watch it glisten. "Breathe in and stroke. Deep breath, deep stroke." Each time you inhale the hot, salty mix of foot sweat and nylon, your fist drags down the length of your cock. She slips the pump off. Her toes spread inches from your face, pink and damp, the seam of the stocking digging between them. You lean closer, but she closes her knees, trapping your head against her thighs. Stocking friction burns your cheeks while her scent thickens. She rubs her cunt through the gusset, then turns, offering the seam that now splits her ass. "Think you can sniff my asshole without coming?" Her tone says she already knows the answer. The countdown starts. Toes flex, point, flex again. Three. Two. One. Cum now. Good boy.