A Crescendo of Clown Kicks
As I lay back on the couch, my heart raced in anticipation. Crys, the amateur clown girl, had just propped her feet up on my chest, her thighs spread wide. Her boots were already off, revealing her size 12 clown feet painted in vibrant pink polish. The smell of her sweat mixed with the sweet scent of her feet, driving me wild.
"You like my feet, don't you?" she purred, her voice deepening with every word. She leaned in closer, her hot breath tickling the back of my neck as she nudged her toes against my chin.
"Yes," I managed to croak out between gasps for air, "I love them."
Crys chuckled softly before pushing her feet harder against my face, their full weight pressing down on me. I gasped as her heels dug into my cheeks, painting crescents of pleasure across my skin. Her hands moved lower, teasing my cock through the fabric of our pants. With each gentle stroke, her fingers danced across my skin, igniting a fire that burned brighter than any flame.
"That's it," she whispered, her voice full of lust. "You're going to make me feel good, aren't you?"
With that, she slid her hand between us, gripping my hardness with surprising strength. She stroked me slowly at first, her fingers gliding over my length with a gentle rhythm. Then, without warning, she sped up, her nails dragging against my skin, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through me.
I moaned loudly, lost in the sensation of her touch. Her other hand squeezed my shoulder, urging me on, her fingers digging into my flesh. As she pumped my cock, her clown feet continued to smother me, her heels digging deeper into my skin with every thrust of her hips.
I could feel the orgasm building inside me, closer and closer to the brink of release. And just when I thought I couldn't take any more, Crys slowed down, her fingers tracing gentle circles around the head of my cock. I gasped, my body tense with anticipation, unsure of what she would do next.
Then, with a sudden, swift motion, she released me, her hand gripping my cock tightly before sliding back and forth over the head. I cried out, my whole body tensing as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me. Cum splattered against her legs, her skin, her clown feet, mixing with the sweat and creating a sticky mess.
Finally, spent, I collapsed back onto the couch, my eyes closed, my heart still racing. Crys chuckled softly, her breath warm against my ear. "That was quite the performance," she murmured, her voice full of admiration.
As I opened my eyes, I saw her leaning back, her legs spread wide, her clown feet resting on my chest. A small smile played at the corners of her mouth. "I think it's time for round two."
With those words, she pushed her feet against my face, and I knew that I would follow her lead, wherever she wanted to take me next.
