“I’ve... always wanted a footjob?” said John, meekly.
Thalia’s mouth broke Into a wide grin at this. “You are a dirty boy, aren’t you?“
Thalia slid along the bed and rested one of her feed along John’s burgeoning erection. Still hidden beneath his jeans, she pressed down gently, feeling his hardness even through the soles of her high-heeled sandals. At the same time, she opened the bedside drawer, bringing out the bottle of lube that John had spiked with the glue earlier.
“You want to feel my soles against your cock, foot-boy?” Thalia said, guessing from their prior escapades that John would react well to the humiliation.
Meanwhile, John had already removed Thalia’s shoes and pulled out his cock, desperate and excited for what was to come. Thalia squeezed a generous portion over her soles, rubbing them together and holding them up to John’s face. Her slightly short toes had had their nails painted black and John was almost losing his mind with desire, he grabbed at Thalia’s feet, pulling her onto her back and drawing a yelp of surprise from her. He pressed his cock between her feet with a moan of desire and pushed them together around his rock-hard dick.
Thalia hadn’t seen this side of John before, but she thought she liked it. She began using her legs to move her feet up and down John’s shaft, but instead of the lube allowing her feet to slide around it seemed to be creating more friction. It seemed to be... adhering?
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