Early Morning Foot Fetish Encounter With A 22-year-old Brunette, Culminating In A Creampie Finish Part 1

Her bed jolted when her next orgasm hit. (I have never done coke) It took me longer to decide if I should put on boxers or go naked, than to rush out (with boxers) to the hall bath. The walls of her cunt shuddered along my full length, almost as if sucking it! I sank down, bending my knees, but her orange clad pussy was too high for me to kneel. Piss gushed into the bowl. She just wanted to talk. She wasn’t sexually selfish, despite her self-centered outward personality. Dad knew better, but he would play the doting father role until Mom buried him. “Please keep that in mind – when I accept you as the master of my body.”
My body turned to stone including my mostly limp cock though it strained against its sudden marble state. That’s what I thought at first, but her panties were right at the edge of the bed corner. Her hips wrenched in response.