Johnny Worshiped Until He Cums — My Friend's Feet Clips
Johnny's back from work, his poor feet screaming for relief. I offer him a foot rub and he jumps at the chance. My fingers dig into his sweaty, smelly socks, worshiping every inch. His bare feet are a feast, begging to be massaged. I give them the service they deserve, working my magic until Johnny's huge load covers his rippling chest in a creamy explosion. 375 characters.
