Get your cock out. Hands on it. Don t you dare stroke until I say. Look at these fucking legs. Crossed tight, my heel hanging by the strap, swinging just for you. I know what that does to you. I know you pump faster when you hear the heel catch on my toes, when it almost falls, when I catch it at the last second. Now stroke. Match my rhythm. Slow. I uncross. Cross again. Other leg. Deeper dangle. Faster now. Don t you dare fucking come until I drop this shoe. Beg me to drop it.
