I notice he doesn't stop looking at my feet and I immediately know what he's up to. So I lie down and offer my wrinkled soles for him to play with. First he admires, it doesn't take long to touch my hands and feel the heat of my feet.
The next step is for him to masturbate. First he touches himself just by looking and then he can't resist feeling my soles rubbing his dick. It's almost a ritual.
I'm totally helpless on purpose, and he has my soles totally at his pleasure. Until the moment comes when his breathing quickens and then I feel the warm liquid trickle down my wrinkled so...

I notice he doesn't stop looking at my feet and I immediately know what he's up to. So I lie down and offer my wrinkled soles for him to play with. First he admires, it doesn't take long to touch my hands and feel the heat of my feet.
The next step is for him to masturbate. First he touches himself just by looking and then he can't resist feeling my soles rubbing his dick. It's almost a ritual.
I'm totally helpless on purpose, and he has my soles totally at his pleasure. Until the moment comes when his breathing quickens and then I feel the warm liquid trickle down my wrinkled soles.
He paid his tribute.