**”Dominación en la Playita”**

I never thought my summer in Puerto Rico would turn out like this. Martina—tall, curvy, and confident as hell—was the kind of girl who knew exactly what she wanted. And tonight, what she wanted was to tease me with those massive feet of hers.

We’d met at a bonfire on the beach, her bare soles half-buried in the sand, toes wiggling lazily under the firelight. I couldn’t stop staring, and she caught me—eyes gleaming with mischief. “You like?” she’d asked, stretching her long legs out, her feet arching right in front of me. I swallowed hard. “Fuck yeah.”

Now, hours later, we were alone in her beachside cabana, the ocean wind carrying the scent of salt and coconut oil. Martina lounged back on the bed, her long legs crossed at the ankles, those massive feet flexing inches from my face. “So,” she purred, wiggling her toes, “you wanna worship them or what?”

My cock was already hard as hell. I didn’t hesitate. I leaned in, pressing my lips to the soft curve of her sole, sucking gently on her arch. She let out a low moan, her foot pushing against my mouth. “Más,” she demanded.

I obeyed, kissing up to her toes, taking one between my teeth just enough to make her gasp. Her soles were warm, salty from the beach, the scent of her skin driving me wild. I licked a slow stripe from her heel to her big toe, then wrapped my lips around it, sucking hard.

Martina groaned, her hips lifting off the bed. “Fuck, that’s good,” she breathed, her other foot pressing against my chest, sliding down to rub over my throbbing cock through my shorts. I groaned into her skin, my tongue working between her toes as her foot massaged my length, teasing me through the fabric.

She didn’t stop there. With a smirk, she hooked her toes under the waistband of my shorts and tugged. “Off,” she ordered.

I shucked them fast, my dick springing free, already leaking. Martina’s dark eyes flicked down, then back up to mine. “Mmm, qué lindo,” she murmured, before lifting one foot and pressing her sole right against the head of my cock.

I shuddered. The warmth of her skin, the slight roughness of her heel—fuck, it felt amazing. She dragged her foot down my shaft slowly, her toes curling around me, squeezing just enough to make my hips jerk. “Te gusta?” she teased, her voice husky.

“Yeah, fuck yeah,” I panted, watching her big foot stroke me, her arch rubbing against my balls. Her other foot cupped my chin, tilting my head back. “You’re mine tonight,” she said, pressing her sole against my lips again. “Lick.”

I did, my tongue lapping at her skin while she jerked me off with her foot, her rhythm slow and torturous. Every now and then, her big toe would press against my slit, smearing my precum down my length. The mix of sensations—her taste, her feet working me—was overwhelming.

Martina smirked, watching me squirm. Then, without warning, she pulled her foot away from my mouth and sat up, straddling my lap. Her pussy hovered over my cock, her massive feet planted on either side of my thighs. “You wanna fuck me?” she whispered, grinding her wet cunt against me, her slick coating my shaft.

“Christ, yes—”

Before I could finish, she shoved me back, her feet pressing against my shoulders as she lowered herself onto me, taking me deep in one smooth motion. I groaned, my hands gripping her thighs as she rode me, her pussy tight and hot around my cock.

But Martina wasn’t done. She leaned back, balancing on her hands, and lifted one foot to my face again. “Suck,” she ordered, her hips rolling hard.

I didn’t hesitate—I took her big toe between my lips, sucking hard as she fucked me, her moans filling the cabana. Her other foot teased my balls, rubbing them with her heel as she bounced on my cock, her walls clenching around me.

“You close?” she gasped, her thighs trembling.

I nodded, my tongue still working between her toes.

“Good,” she purred, slamming down hard. “Come for me, papi.”

I exploded, my release hitting me like a wave, my cock pulsing inside her as she rode out every last drop. Martina’s own climax followed, her pussy milking me as she arched back, her foot still in my mouth.

When she finally pulled off, she smirked down at me, her big feet framing my spent cock. “Still hungry?” she teased, wiggling her toes.

I groaned, already feeling myself stir again. “Fuck yes.”

Martina laughed, low and wicked, before dragging her sole over my cock once more. “Then get to work.”