Foot smelling handjob by blonde stripper
I couldn’t help but smirk as I strutted in my stripper heels back into the VIP room at the strip club, knowing every eye would be on me. As a top level stripper, I was constantly surrounded by the finest, most luxurious objects money could buy yet none of them could compare to the sexual treasure that you had become to me. And I could feel it in your gaze; that hunger for something no one else could give you.
All night I had been aware of your eyes and the eyes of another patron following my every move; the way my red bottom stripper heels clicked in perfect rhythm with each step I took. I remembered how I felt when they first graced my feet, like a goddess who walked among men, radiating confidence and strength. You wanted me, he wanted me too, and only I could satisfy both of you at the very same time; only I had what it took to make you both forget everything else in life just for this moment.
I stepped closer to him until we were mere inches apart, looking deeply into his passionate eyes. Taking a moment to appreciate everything he was offering, I slowly reached down and let my fingertips graze lightly over the top of his cock. He moaned as his desire began to take true form before me, responding eagerly to my gentle touch. My hands moved from beneath his, up along the length of his body: stroking and teasing until finally joining around the base of his cock.
I draped my legs over him and began to stroke his cock, with you sitting across from me, stroking your own cock with my feet in your face. I knew about your secret foot fetish, knew how much you wanted to lick my soles and suck my toes. I would take advantage of that desire with every gaze and every stroke, your want for me growing in intensity each moment.
Do you know how sweaty my feet get in those stripper heels? It takes so much energy to dance all night long for those horny men, and my feet really take a beating. Oh, how I need your touch, your foot massage, to relieve all the tension in these sweaty, tired feet. You come closer while I continue my handjob, your hands roving all over my wrinkly soles, and then finally your tongue flicks at my arches, tasting the sweat that you crave.
You lean back, stroking, admiring my big tits and tattoos, and then you lean back in to lick and suck these pretty stripper feet. As I jerk my other guy to completion, you too bust, covering my feet with your ooey gooey spunk. I know this won’t be the last night that you come to the Bratty Foot Dom strip club and seduce me. I put my stripper heels back on, not even bothering to wipe your cum off my toes. I may never wash these feet again, preferring to remember our hot night in the VIP room forever.
