---“Fuck, Naomi, your feet are perfect,” he growled, his voice low and hungry. His hands were already on my ankles, gripping them like he owned them, pulling my legs toward him as I lay back on the bed. My black nylons were still on, the fabric taut against my skin, and I could feel his eyes devouring every inch of me. “I’ve been waiting all day to do this.”I forced a smile, biting the inside of my cheek to keep from sighing. I hated foot jobs—hated the way it felt, hated the way guys got so obsessed with it—but I needed the money. Desperately. So here I was, dressed in a tight skirt and red nail polish, playing along like it was what I wanted too.“You’re so hot, baby,” he murmured, his hands sliding up my calves, fingers pressing into the nylon as he squeezed. “I’m gonna fuck your feet so hard.”I swallowed, my stomach churning, but I kept the smile plastered on my face. “Yeah? You like how they look?” I asked, wiggling my toes just enough to make him groan. His cock was already hard, straining against his pants, and I could see the hunger in his eyes. “Fuck yes,” he breathed, his hands moving to my pumps. He slid them off slowly, his fingers brushing against the soles of my feet, and I shivered despite myself. “These nylons… they’re fucking perfect. So smooth. So tight.” He pressed his thumb into the arch of my foot, and I bit down harder on my cheek. It didn’t feel good—it felt like pressure, like discomfort—but I knew he loved it.“I want you to fuck them,” I said, trying to keep my voice sultry. “Use my feet, baby. Do what you want.”He groaned again, his hands sliding up to my thighs as he positioned himself between my legs. I could feel his cock now, hard and hot against the sole of my foot through the nylon, and I closed my eyes for a second, trying to brace myself. “That’s it,” he muttered, his hands gripping my ankles again as he started to move. He rubbed his cock against the bottom of my foot, the nylon catching on his skin, and I could hear the wet sound of his precum slicking the fabric. “Fuck, Naomi, you feel so good.”I opened my eyes, watching him as he thrust against my foot, his movements getting faster, more desperate. His hands were digging into my ankles now, squeezing hard enough to leave marks, but I didn’t say anything. I just watched him, my heart pounding in my chest, my body tense as he used me.“I’m gonna cum on your feet,” he panted, his voice rough. “All over those fucking nylons. You’re gonna be dripping with it.”I forced another smile, nodding as I watched him get closer, his thrusts becoming erratic. “Yeah, baby,” I whispered. “Cum for me.”His hands tightened even more, his breath coming in short gasps as he pushed himself over the edge. I could feel it when he came—warm and thick against the nylon, soaking into the fabric as he groaned my name. “Fuck, Naomi,” he muttered, collapsing onto the bed beside me, his hands still on my ankles. “That was…”But I wasn’t listening anymore. I was just staring at my feet, the nylons sticky and ruined, and thinking about the money. That was all that mattered—the money. Everything else was just part of the job.---This wasn’t the first time I’d done something like this. Three months into escorting, and I’d seen it all—guys with every kind of fetish imaginable. But foot jobs… they were the worst. They always felt so degrading, so invasive, and the guys who wanted them were always so fucking intense.But tonight, I didn’t have a choice. Rent was due in a week, and I was already behind. So when I got the call from a regular client—one who paid double for foot jobs—I didn’t hesitate. I put on the tight skirt, the black nylons, the red nail polish he’d requested, and headed over to his place.Now here I was, lying on his bed with my nylons soaked in cum, trying not to think about how much I hated this.“You’re amazing,” he said, his hand sliding up my leg again as he looked at me with that same hungry expression. “I want to do it again.”I forced another smile, nodding as I moved to get up. “Sure, baby,” I said, my voice soft. “Whatever you want.”His eyes lit up, and he reached for me again, pulling me back down onto the bed. “Let’s take these off,” he said, his fingers hooking into the waistband of my nylons. “I want to feel your skin.”I nodded again, letting him peel the nylons off me, trying not to tense as his fingers brushed against my bare thighs. He was getting hard again already, and I knew I wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon.“Fuck yeah,” he muttered, his hands moving to my feet again as he positioned himself between my legs. “This is gonna be even better.”---His cock pressed against the sole of my bare foot, hot and hard, and I closed my eyes again as he started to move. His hands gripped my ankles tightly, holding me in place as he thrust against me, his breath coming in short gasps.“Your feet are so fucking soft,” he groaned, his movements getting faster. “So perfect.”I didn’t say anything. I just lay there, letting him use me, thinking about the money. That was all that mattered—the money.“I’m gonna cum again,” he panted, his hands tightening even more. “All over your feet.”I nodded, forcing another smile as I watched him get closer. “Yeah, baby,” I whispered. “Cum for me.”His breath hitched—---

Naomi, an escort, performed a foot job for a client, despite her dislike for it, because she needed the money. She endured his intense actions and his cum on her nylons, trying to focus on the money. After he finished, he wanted to do it again, this time with her bare feet.

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“Fuck, Naomi, your feet are perfect,” he growled, his voice low and hungry. His hands were already on my ankles, gripping them like he owned them, pulling my legs toward him as I lay back on the bed. My black nylons were still on, the fabric taut against my skin, and I could feel his eyes devouring every inch of me. “I’ve been waiting all day to do this.”

I forced a smile, biting the inside of my cheek to keep from sighing. I hated foot jobs—hated the way it felt, hated the way guys got so obsessed with it—but I needed the money. Desperately. So here I was, dressed in a tight skirt and red nail polish, playing along like it was what I wanted too.

“You’re so hot, baby,” he murmured, his hands sliding up my calves, fingers pressing into the nylon as he squeezed. “I’m gonna fuck your feet so hard.”

I swallowed, my stomach churning, but I kept the smile plastered on my face. “Yeah? You like how they look?” I asked, wiggling my toes just enough to make him groan. His cock was already hard, straining against his pants, and I could see the hunger in his eyes. 

“Fuck yes,” he breathed, his hands moving to my pumps. He slid them off slowly, his fingers brushing against the soles of my feet, and I shivered despite myself. “These nylons… they’re fucking perfect. So smooth. So tight.” He pressed his thumb into the arch of my foot, and I bit down harder on my cheek. It didn’t feel good—it felt like pressure, like discomfort—but I knew he loved it.

“I want you to fuck them,” I said, trying to keep my voice sultry. “Use my feet, baby. Do what you want.”

He groaned again, his hands sliding up to my thighs as he positioned himself between my legs. I could feel his cock now, hard and hot against the sole of my foot through the nylon, and I closed my eyes for a second, trying to brace myself. 

“That’s it,” he muttered, his hands gripping my ankles again as he started to move. He rubbed his cock against the bottom of my foot, the nylon catching on his skin, and I could hear the wet sound of his precum slicking the fabric. “Fuck, Naomi, you feel so good.”

I opened my eyes, watching him as he thrust against my foot, his movements getting faster, more desperate. His hands were digging into my ankles now, squeezing hard enough to leave marks, but I didn’t say anything. I just watched him, my heart pounding in my chest, my body tense as he used me.

“I’m gonna cum on your feet,” he panted, his voice rough. “All over those fucking nylons. You’re gonna be dripping with it.”

I forced another smile, nodding as I watched him get closer, his thrusts becoming erratic. “Yeah, baby,” I whispered. “Cum for me.”

His hands tightened even more, his breath coming in short gasps as he pushed himself over the edge. I could feel it when he came—warm and thick against the nylon, soaking into the fabric as he groaned my name. 

“Fuck, Naomi,” he muttered, collapsing onto the bed beside me, his hands still on my ankles. “That was…”

But I wasn’t listening anymore. I was just staring at my feet, the nylons sticky and ruined, and thinking about the money. That was all that mattered—the money. Everything else was just part of the job.

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This wasn’t the first time I’d done something like this. Three months into escorting, and I’d seen it all—guys with every kind of fetish imaginable. But foot jobs… they were the worst. They always felt so degrading, so invasive, and the guys who wanted them were always so fucking intense.

But tonight, I didn’t have a choice. Rent was due in a week, and I was already behind. So when I got the call from a regular client—one who paid double for foot jobs—I didn’t hesitate. I put on the tight skirt, the black nylons, the red nail polish he’d requested, and headed over to his place.

Now here I was, lying on his bed with my nylons soaked in cum, trying not to think about how much I hated this.

“You’re amazing,” he said, his hand sliding up my leg again as he looked at me with that same hungry expression. “I want to do it again.”

I forced another smile, nodding as I moved to get up. “Sure, baby,” I said, my voice soft. “Whatever you want.”

His eyes lit up, and he reached for me again, pulling me back down onto the bed. “Let’s take these off,” he said, his fingers hooking into the waistband of my nylons. “I want to feel your skin.”

I nodded again, letting him peel the nylons off me, trying not to tense as his fingers brushed against my bare thighs. He was getting hard again already, and I knew I wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon.

“Fuck yeah,” he muttered, his hands moving to my feet again as he positioned himself between my legs. “This is gonna be even better.”

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His cock pressed against the sole of my bare foot, hot and hard, and I closed my eyes again as he started to move. His hands gripped my ankles tightly, holding me in place as he thrust against me, his breath coming in short gasps.

“Your feet are so fucking soft,” he groaned, his movements getting faster. “So perfect.”

I didn’t say anything. I just lay there, letting him use me, thinking about the money. That was all that mattered—the money.

“I’m gonna cum again,” he panted, his hands tightening even more. “All over your feet.”

I nodded, forcing another smile as I watched him get closer. “Yeah, baby,” I whispered. “Cum for me.”

His breath hitched—

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A desperate prostitute, Naomi, is hired by a client with a notorious foot fetish, known for his rough and obsessive behavior. Despite her hatred for foot jobs, Naomi endures the client's intense and degrading requests for the money she desperately needs, navigating through a night of uncomfortable encounters and emotional turmoil.

Naomi's Cum-Soaked Foot Fucking Obsession

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