Bareback & Feet: Ashton Summers & Danny Fantasy

Ashton Summers’ eyes light up when Danny Fantasy strolls into the shoe store, those perfect feet begging for attention. Danny kicks off his kicks, smirking as Ashton practically drools over his soles. “Go ahead, sniff ‘em,” Danny purrs, wiggling his toes. Ashton’s nose buries into the arches, inhaling deep, his cock straining against his slacks—until rip, his pants split, springing free. Danny doesn’t miss a beat, wrapping those bare feet around Ashton’s shaft, stroking him rough. “Fuck, your soles are magic,” Ashton groans, hips bucking.

Danny drops to his knees, swallowing Ashton’s cock whole, gagging, slobbering, worshipping. Ashton yanks him up, bending him over the fitting stool, spitting on his hole before slamming in raw. Danny’s yelp turns to moans as Ashton drills him, the stool screeching across the floor. “Ride me, you foot slut,” Ashton growls, flipping him onto his back. Danny bounces, impaling himself, toes curling as Ashton’s cock nails his spot.

Against the wall next—Ashton hoists Danny’s legs, pounding him till the mirrors rattle. Danny’s cum sprays his own chest, and Ashton pulls out, blasting ropes across his soles. Grinning, he rubs his slick cock between Danny’s arches, mixing sweat and jizz. “Best fitting ever,” Danny pants, and Ashton just nods, already plotting their next “appointment.”