I felt the smooth sole of her foot press against my throbbing dick, sending a wave of heat through me. Every movement was deliberate, her soft flesh sliding up and down the full length, teasing me with just enough pressure to make my body tense up. The friction was perfect—her foot gliding over my cock in a way that had me gripping the edge of my seat. A shiver ran down my spine as she continued, her smooth sole working my length like she knew exactly how to push my buttons.
I glanced up at her. She was giving me that sultry, seductive look, her eyes heavy with desire, but still playing it cool—popping food into her mouth like nothing was happening. Under the table, though, her foot was busy. She was good at this. I didn't stop her. I just let it happen, feeling her foot stroke me up and down, the slickness of pre-cum starting to coat her skin, adding more wetness to the rhythm of her movements. Each stroke felt like a tease, and it had me aching for more.
