Footjob for my husband - an interactive erotic story

An interactive erotic story. Choose how your desire unfolds 💋

If you found this page, you have accidentally stumbled across an interactive erotic story that begins here.

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I leaned back, resting on my door, stretching my feet out carefully.

They gently began playing with Ravi’s crotch. To tease me back, he was wearing his running shorts; his bulge growing from soft to hard right below my red toenails.

I traced the length of his erection slowly. Ravi moaned softly. The car revved a little.

I stopped.

He looked at me with lust in his eyes.

“Easy, baby….” he whispered.

As he turned back to the road, my foot found its sweet spot again.

Ravi slipped his hand down for a second and fished out his cock in a moment.

“There… mmmhhh…” 

Rock hard and bouncing, my feet enveloped my husband’s cock, rubbing it up and down.

I watched as Ravi was losing control once again.

His fingers vanished below my waistband.

“Baby, pull over now.” I command.

“Baby, I’m panting for you,” Ravi whispered.

“Baby, let’s fuck. Now.” my husband commanded.