The room is dim, and I can feel his eyes tracing every movement I make. He’s been waiting, tense and desperate, completely under my spell. Every motion I make, every flex and curl of my toes reminds him why Fetish Phone Sex is his favorite obsession, and I grin knowing exactly how much he’s imagining right now.
I reach for the lotion, warm and silky, gliding it slowly over the tops of my feet. He’s biting his lip, unable to look away, and I love every second of his built up sexual tension. Each small curl of my toes, each gentle stretch, is calculated to tease him, to pull him deeper into the anticipation. He wants control, but I hold it all, and that makes it even more intoxicating.
I shift slightly, letting my feet press lightly against the edge of his chair, the lotion leaving a glimmer on my skin. I watch him squirm, his focus completely on me, and I whisper seductively, letting my voice drip with authority and teasing delight. Every subtle glide of lotion, every flex, every curl is a promise of attention he can’t resist.
Sometimes I pause just long enough for him to imagine, to let his mind wander, and I smile at the power I have. I know he’s replaying every detail in his head… the motion of my feet when I wrap it around his fat white cock. Gliding it up and down his penis slowly then quickly. “Fuck yes” he moans loudly. I love witnessing his hot wet milky cum running down my feet, as he ejaculates all over them.
Even when I tilt my feet just slightly, letting him linger on the subtle curves and motion, I know he’s completely hooked. I narrate softly, my voice wrapping around him like a command, reminding him that the anticipation, the tease, the slow build is all under my control. My pussy gets super wet when he releases that cum all over my feet. He’s addicted to the tension, the tease, the playful domination I wield so effortlessly.
By the end, when the music softens and the call fades, I know his mind is still on me, craving the next tease, the next glimmer, the next moment where I bend his thoughts to mine. He enjoys the sight of seeing me lick his sperm off my feet, exactly the way I would lick my ice cream off a cone. Every flex, every glide, every playful motion has left him hooked, and I’ll be waiting, ready to pull him back under my control, one playful tease at a time.





















