Janice sauntered into your home office with a playful little sway in her hips, wearing nothing but one of your oversized white dress shirts. The hem barely reached the middle of her thick thighs, and the top buttons were left open just enough to tease.

“Mi amor… todavía trabajando?” she purred, closing the door behind her. “You work too much, baby.”

She stopped right in front of your desk, biting her full lower lip. Slowly, she undid the remaining buttons of the shirt and let it fall open, revealing the sexy black lingerie underneath — a lacy bra that barely contained her full tits and a tiny matching thong that disappeared between her juicy ass cheeks. Janice smirked when she saw your eyes widen. “You like what you see, papi?”

She didn’t wait for an answer. Instead, she kicked off her heels and climbed onto your desk, swinging her smooth, tanned legs toward you. Her pretty feet — soft, pedicured, with cute painted toenails — pressed against your erection.

“You want that thing you like, verdad?” she asked sweetly, her voice dripping with mischief. “I know how much you love it…”

She wrapped both of her gorgeous feet around your cock, her soft soles stroking you perfectly. Janice worked you with skill, alternating between long, slow strokes and teasing little rubs with her toes, giggling when she felt you throb against her skin.

“Ay, papi… you’re so hard already,” she cooed, biting her lip as she pumped faster. “Mira cómo te gusta. You love my pretty feet jerking you off, huh?”

Her feet moved in perfect rhythm, pressing together tightly around your shaft while her toes played with the head. It didn’t take long before you groaned and exploded, thick ropes of cum shooting all over her soft soles and pretty toes.

Janice let out a satisfied little moan, admiring the mess you made on her feet.

“Mmm, so much… good boy,” she whispered proudly.

She gently milked the last drops out with her toes, then looked at you with a sweet, innocent smile, still sitting on your desk half-naked with your cum glistening on her feet.

“So… qué quieres para la cena, mi vida?” she asked casually, like she didn’t just give you an incredible footjob. “I was thinking arroz con pollo… or you want me to make those tacos you like?”

She tilted her head, waiting for your answer with a loving, slightly naughty smile.

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