The Foot Massage Sensation
Lytta blond stood in front of her client, my name is Scarlett, and I am ready to give you an experience you won't forget. As I look down at him lying on the massage table, I can feel the tension in his body. It's time to start my magic.
I begin with gentle circles on his shoulders, slowly working my way down his arms. His breathing becomes deeper as I knead his muscles with just the right amount of pressure. I can tell he's starting to relax.
As I reach his feet, something catches my eye. He has a peculiar fascination with them, staring at them intently. He hesitates for a moment before speaking up. "Can you do something with your feet?" he asks quietly.
"Well, it depends on what you have in mind," I reply with a raised eyebrow, intrigued by his request.
"I don't know... maybe rub them on me?" he suggests tentatively.
I nod slowly, considering his request. Foot fetishes are not uncommon in my line of work, and I'm always up for a challenge. "Alright, let's give it a try," I say, taking off my heels and placing them gently on his chest.
As soon as my feet make contact with his skin, his eyes roll back in his head. He groans softly, clearly enjoying the sensation. I begin rubbing my soles against his stomach, slowly working my way up to his lower legs. The look of pure bliss on his face is enough to make my heart race.
I continue my foot massage, moving up to his thighs and then his hips. His cock begins to stir underneath the towel, and I can feel the heat radiating off of him. I pause for a moment, considering my next move.
"Do you mind if I remove the towel?" I ask, my voice low and sultry. He shakes his head vigorously, his eyes still closed in pleasure. I smile to myself, taking hold of the towel and slowly pulling it away from his body.
His erect cock springs free, and I gasp at the sight of it. It's the biggest one I've seen in a while, and I can't help but feel a twinge of excitement. I kneel down beside the table, running my hands up and down the shaft while never leaving contact with his feet.
I lean in close, breathing warm air onto the head of his cock. "Do you like that?" I whisper as I tease him, tracing circles around the tip with my tongue. He lets out a moan that sends shivers down my spine.
I stand up slowly, keeping my hands on his cock as I rise. I place one foot on the table beside him, positioning myself so that his cock is between my legs. With a slow and sensual movement, I begin to grind against him, taking him deeper inside me with every thrust.
I lean in closer still, my breasts pressing against his chest. I feel his hands moving up my legs, cupping my ass cheeks in his hands. As he gets closer to climaxing, I increase the intensity of my movements, matching his rhythm perfectly.
Finally, he cries out, his cock pulsing inside me as he releases his cum. I squeeze my legs together tightly around him, feeling every drop of his cum as it lands on my feet. I bathe in his praise as he tells me it was the best foot massage he's ever had.
With a satisfied smile, I step off the table and turn to face him. I lift one foot up slowly, watching as his eyes follow the movement. "I hope you enjoyed your massage," I say, placing my foot gently against his chest.
"I don't think there will ever be another," he whispers, his eyes locked on my feet. I smile softly and walk away, leaving him in awe of the sensual experience he just had.
