“My feet make your cock so hard, don’t they, Big Daddy?” “I bet you wish this stapler was your aching dick, don’t you?” “You’d be so lucky to come on my feet. You wish, huh?” Her bratty mouth, her taunts, the fact I’ve been tasting her cunt all day—it’s too much. Reluctantly, I throw in the towel so I don’t blow in my pants. “I’m sorry,” I say, releasing my grip. “I was wrong to kink shame.”
