Halfway through, she kicks it up a notch, starting a relentless countdown—her voice dripping with command as she rubs her soles together, mimicking your rhythm. The tension builds until she hits zero, demanding you unleash your load across her waiting soles. The sticky aftermath drips down her curves, a triumphant grin on her face. This is PAWG foot fetish heaven—control, socks, and a messy cumshot
