Story Script:

NARRATOR: The hotel room was dimly lit, the air thick with tension as she finally met him face to face after weeks of steamy online chats.

ACTOR1: You’ve been such a good boy for me, texting all those filthy things… now I get to play with you for real.

ACTOR2: Fuck… I’ve been dreaming about your feet in those socks since the first pic you sent.

NARRATOR: She slowly straddles the edge of the bed, crossing her legs so her knee-high socks press together—white fabric tight against her dark skin. She smirks as she sees his cock twitch under his jeans.

ACTOR1: Take it out, baby. Let me see what I’m working with.

NARRATOR: He unzips fast, his hard dick springing free—thick and already leaking for her. She licks her lips and slides her feet forward, trapping his shaft between her socked arches.

ACTOR2: Shit, your feet feel so good… so soft but tight…

ACTOR1: That’s right, stroke yourself with my socks, you dirty boy.

NARRATOR: Her toes curl, rubbing up and down his length as precum smears into the fabric. She teases the head with her big toe, making him gasp.

ACTOR2: Fuck, I’m not gonna last… your feet are so fucking hot…

NARRATOR: His hips buck as she squeezes harder, her socks gliding over his throbbing cock until—

ACTOR2: Oh God, I’m gonna—

NARRATOR: Ropes of cum shoot across her toes as he groans, his body shaking from the footjob finish she promised him online.

ACTOR1: Good boy… now clean my socks up.