Welcome back lovely readers! We’re thrilled to present the sequel to our captivating footjob story. If you missed Part 1, don’t worry! You can check it out it our here where footplay becomes an irresistible aphrodisiac. Brace yourself for a delightful continuation that will leave you craving more.
He knew that I wanted a release already, but it didn’t look like he was willing to let me come any time soon…
He stopped for a moment, looking me deep in the eyes, and then he leaned forward again. I felt his hot tongue, so hot it was almost burning me, on my leg. He kissed and sucked on my knee cap, slowly sliding lower and caressing my under leg at the same time. I moaned again, and a shiver washed over my body. He smiled, seeing my reaction, and sucked a little harder, lightly biting down at the same time. I drew a sharp breath and grasped the sheets tighter, he was making me mad with desire. His hand slid lower and his fingers started delicately touching my right foot. His touch was so careful and slow, it felt like a butterfly, but butterflies don’t make you forget your name.
As a professional escort, I usually can control my desires and concentrate on my clients, but that wasn’t the case today. I couldn’t even recall where I was and what was I doing, all that mattered were his lips and hands on my skin. It was out of this world, and I’m not even into footjobs. I couldn’t moan any longer, too tired and overwhelmed by pleasure, thanks to that I finally heard his groans which only added to my arousal.
Finally, even Tim was tired of his own teasing. He steeped back a little and placed my feet together. Then, he put on a condom and pushed his hard cock in between them. It felt bizarre, but incredibly hot. I moved my feet a little, caressing his dick with my soles. He started rocking his hips, fucking the tight tunnel I made for him. After a couple of minutes, he grabbed my ankles pulling my legs up and lay on top of me. I felt his hard cock pressing into my pussy and looked at him with plea. He smiled and guided it inside. It felt so good, I actually screamed and dig my fingers into the mattress, so hard it hurt.
Tim started slowly moving inside me, sending electrics shocks through my body. At the same time he was kissing and touching my feet, holding my legs upright with one hand. I forgot I was a professional escort and started begging him to go faster. He enjoyed it, but wanted to torture me more. I tried moving my hips to make him stop, but he only laughed holding me tightly in place. I was very close to orgasm at this point, but each time I thought that was it, he was slowing down. I wondered if he wanted to last for another footjob, and if I’d be able to wait any longer.
At last, he showed me mercy, placing one of my legs down around his waist and another on his shoulder. Now, he started fucking me for real, going as deep and hard as he could. He leaned forward and connected out lips, kissing off my moans directly from my open mouth. We were both sweaty and hot as lava, our bodies pressed so closely together we were almost melting into one. I didn’t even feel any pain from stretching my legs, even though all my muscles were tense. We had to stop kissing, since we were both out of breath, but we stayed close. Our breaths were intertwining, making the space in between our lips burning hot, I was actually surprised there was no smoke.
He slowed down for a moment, only to regain speed for the last few pushed. We finished at the same time, me digging my fingers into his back and him pressing his face into my foot. Once he stopped shaking, he rolled off me and hugged me to his chest.
“Did you like it?” he asked, taking a breath between each word.
“Yes,” I purred, hugging closer to him, “Now I’m not sure who is paying who.”
We laughed shortly, still having trouble breathing.
“I think it was definitely worth paying, but only if you’d agree to see me again,” he joked and kissed my head.
“Oh, really? Blackmail?” I bit my lower lip, “I didn’t know you’re such a bad boy.”
I thought he would laugh, but instead he leaned closer.
“You’ll see exactly how bad I can be,” he said in a low, dangerous tone.
A shiver washed over my body and I let out a quiet moan. I shouldn’t favour clients, after all, I was supposed to be a professional escort, but I couldn’t wait to see him again.
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