You stiffen from the scent of my leather motorcycle boots, your tongue tracing the metal ring and your lip flesh sucking hard at the rounded steel toe. You want to feel the wriggle of my foot pressing you to the floor. You live for the press of my arch grinding your cheek into the floor. You want to suck my big toe across your tongue as you watch me stiffen above you.
The salty stink of my foot you devour as I tease your stiffness and tender little balls with my other foot. Waiting for the hot spray descending across your ass as your worship maes me explode.
Then, and only then, may you warm my toes with the warm spray of your exstacy.
Are you up for the sweet torture?