Emily smirked as she saw the look on Conner’s face. She shoved her toes into his mouth, forcing him to suck on them one by one. He complied eagerly, his dick getting harder by the second. Emily then flattened the entire bottom surface of her feet onto his face, wiping it up and down, pressing hard on his mouth.
She sat up on the washer, gripping Conner’s dick with her well-pedicured feet. She watched as he became helpless, his hips bucking upwards as she stroked him. With a wicked smile, she unloaded from him, his cum draining and splashing over her feet.
Conner got down on his knees, his eyes wide with a mix of lust and nervousness. He started to lick Emily’s feet, cleaning them of his own cum. Emily looked down on him, pleased with his submission.
As they finished, Emily leaned down and whispered in Conner’s ear, “Next time, I want you to fuck me for real.”
Conner’s dick hardened again at the thought, and he nodded eagerly. “Yes, Emily. Anything you want.”