It had been a while since I'd seen Monica, and my craving for her feet had only grown stronger. I arranged for a room so I could fully immerse myself in the moment. As soon as she walked in, she could tell I was excited. She smiled, her gaze falling to my crotch. Without saying a word, she sat down on the bed and began to tease me.
Her long, elegant fingers trailed across the fabric of her skirt, drawing my attention to her legs. She parted them invitingly, revealing the lacy panties that barely contained her wetness. Her breath hitched as she reached down and gripped my hard cock through my pants.
"I've been thinking about this all day," she murmured, her voice low and sultry. With one hand still wrapped around my shaft, she reached down and slipped her stockinged feet out of her heels. My heart raced as her toes curled around my hard-on, teasing and tormenting me.
She leaned back against the headboard, pulling me closer with one hand while the other continued to stroke my cock. Her other foot found its way between us, rubbing against my balls and up my chest. I moaned loudly as she traced patterns over my skin with her toes, tickling and teasing me until I was writhing in pleasure.
Finally, she sat up straight and looked me directly in the eyes. "I want you to cum all over my feet," she said, her voice firm but laced with desire. And with that, she began to stroke me off with both hands, her fingers digging into my hips as she took control.
I closed my eyes and let out a long, shuddering sigh as she worked her magic. The sensation of her skilled hands on my cock combined with the constant teasing of her feet was too much for me to handle. I felt my balls draw up tight, and then, with a cry of release, I let go.
Hot, salty fluid splashed against her feet, and she moaned in approval. She kept stroking until every last drop had been squeezed from me, her fingers massaging my skin as she milked me dry. When she finally released me, I collapsed back against the bed, spent but satisfied.
"Thank you," I breathed, looking up at her with gratitude. Monica grinned, a wicked gleam in her eyes. "Anytime, babe," she purred, before leaning down to kiss me softly on the lips.
