With coffee brewing, her shoes are there, waiting. The shower’s running, one touch won’t hurt. The soft leather still fresh, heels short, slender. My hand slips into my boxers.
Rubbing a shoe either side of my solid cock. Pulling my foreskin back, rubbing an instep over my helmet. I start fucking the junction of one heel, while pushing into the toe of the other.
Distracted by the bathroom opening, I lose control, tensing and cuming. I quickly tuck myself away.
Pouring a coffee for her as she puts her shoes on.
“Thank you dear,” she pauses and grins, “Thank you!”
