You ve been such a naughty, sneaky boy, haven t you? I caught you. Don t even try to deny it. I noticed your eyes glued to my perfect pedicured feet the moment I walked in from the spa, my toes glossy and soft in those open-toe sandals. You couldn t look away. And now that step-daddy s not around and he s oblivious and neglectful as always, it s just us. He hasn t touched me in weeks, left me swollen and desperate, and I know exactly what you ve been fantasizing about while you stare at step mommy s feet. I prop my feet up right where you can see every arch, every wrinkle, every perfectly polished toe. Watch me spread them slowly, point them just for you, wiggle them closer until you re practically trembling. You re getting so fucking hard in those pants, baby. I can see that tent growing. Don t hide it. Show step-mommy what her feet do to you. Stroke it. That s right, wrap your hand around that hard cock and jerk for these feet. Faster when I scrunch my soles, slower when I tea
