My Oily Soles Around That Thick Cock

I stretched out on the soft sheets and let the warm oil drip slow between my toes. The room smelled like coconut and skin. My dark curls fell over one shoulder as I looked down at the thick hard cock waiting right in front of me. I had been teasing him for twenty minutes already and the way it twitched every time my foot moved made me smile.

I pressed the sole of my right foot against the shaft and slid it up slow. The oil made everything shiny and smooth. My white painted toes curled just a little as I wrapped both feet around him and started the rhythm. Up and down. Soft pressure then firmer. I watched his face the whole time because I love seeing a man lose his mind over my ebony feet.

He groaned when I squeezed tighter and rolled the head between the arches of my soles. The oil mixed with the heat of his skin and made soft wet sounds every time I stroked. I lifted one foot and let my toes play with the tip while the other foot kept stroking the base. My eyes never left his. I wanted him to know I was in control of every second of this footjob.

The more I worked him the more my own body reacted. My thighs pressed together under the sheets. I felt the heat building between my legs just from the power of having this thick cock trapped between my oily ebony soles. I slowed down on purpose just to hear him beg a little. Then I sped up again and watched his hips push up to meet my feet.

When My Toes Took Over

I switched it up and used just my toes. I gripped the head carefully and twisted my foot in small circles. The oil glistened under the soft light and made my dark skin look almost liquid. He was breathing hard now. I could feel every pulse against the soft pads of my toes. I leaned forward a little so he could see my face better while my feet kept working that thick cock without mercy.

I told him how good he felt trapped between my soles. How much I loved the way his cock looked sliding between my oily ebony feet. Every word made him harder. I pressed both feet together again and stroked him long and deep from base to tip. The oil ran down onto the sheets but I did not care. All that mattered was the way his body tensed under my control.

When I felt him getting close I slowed everything down. I used the softest part of my soles to tease the underside in long slow glides. My white nails caught the light every time my toes flexed. I kept eye contact and smiled that little smile I know drives men crazy. He was right there on the edge and I held him there with nothing but my feet.

Finally I gave him what he needed. I locked both oily soles around his thick cock and stroked faster. Harder. The wet sounds filled the room. My ebony feet never stopped moving until he came hard across my shiny soles and between my toes. I kept rubbing him through it so every drop landed on my skin. Then I slowly pulled my feet away and held them up so he could see the mess I had made of him.

I looked at him over the tops of my toes and licked my lips. This was only the beginning. Next time I might let him taste the oil off my soles before I start the real footjob. Or maybe I will make him wait even longer while I edge him with nothing but the soft arches of my ebony feet. Either way he already knows these oily soles own him now.