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Oh, that winter evening was just divine. And those red toenails...They were simply irresistible. As I sat there, feeling the warmth of the salon and the gentle massage on my feet, I couldn't help but think about his cock. I remember thinking to myself how many times I could make him cum with just my freshly pedicured toes alone. How many times I could dip them into his thick white cum and play with it like it was rich foot lotion for my feet. And then, after he did finally come undone beneath my sexy feet for the first time... And oh boy... the way he writhed under me was like nothing I'd ever seen before as I continued stroking his post orgasmic cock. His cock was so sensitive, so raw and tender. And I loved every moment of it. I remember stroking his cock with my red toes, feeling the ridges and veins pulsing beneath my touch. He was already sensitive from cumming earlier, but I knew just how to make it even more unbearable for him as I gave him to no time for rest of recovery. I used his own cum as lube, coating my toes with it before continuing to stroke his sensitive cock. He shivered and moaned in pleasure or pain. It was like nothing either of us had ever experienced before as we were testing his limits and adoration for my feet. The sensation was almost too much to bear - that sweet torture of pleasure-pain that he didn't even care about anything else. And then... after he finally came undone beneath my sexy feet again... I couldn't help but feel his very pleasure and orgasmic bliss my feet were giving him, and it was intoxicating. I loved every moment of it, watching him squirm and writhe under my feet's touch. The way his pink cock still pulsed with cum oozing out of his cumhole, the way his body trembled with aftershocks after cumming again surprising both of us... it was like nothing I'd ever experienced before. And as I continued to stroke his cock with my red toes, using his own diminishing cum as lube... oh boy... it was like we were one being. It's funny how something so simple can be so powerful. A footjob can reduce even the strongest man to a quivering mess, and I loved every moment of it. And as I continued to stroke his cock with my toes... oh boy... the pleasure and power it gave me was almost too much to bear. He was getting closer and closer to cumming again, but this time it was different. This time, he was cumming because of me, wanting to almost prove he can and to show my feet his love. I remember feeling like I had complete control over his body, like I could make him do anything I wanted just by moving my toes on his exhausted cock that kept on going. And that feeling... oh boy... it was intoxicating. And then, as he started to cum again... oh dear lord... it was like nothing we'd ever experienced before. His cock pulsed and spasmed beneath my feet's touch, coating my toes with his thick white cum once more. I shiver at the sight and the power my feet have over his cock. And all the while, I kept stroking his cock with my toes, milking every last drop of pleasure from his body until the pleasure become sensitive raw discomfort again.It was like we were one being, connected on a deep level. Like our bodies were speaking their own language, and no words were needed. And as he finally finished cumming... oh boy... I felt like I'd never experienced anything so powerful in my life making a man cum so many times with my feet. The rush of adrenaline, the sense of control and power over his body... it was exhilarating.
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