My friend's slimy foot fetish had pushed me to the brink of humiliation. He handed me a small bottle of baby oil, "Rub this all over your feet before I give you the massage." His cheek twitched with excitement as I stripped off my socks and let the slick oil coat my soles. The taste of his precum mixed with the oil on my tongue was enough to make me gag. His rough hands shoved my legs apart, "Lift your toes, baby," he commanded, his beady eyes fixed on my brimming foot bath. I could feel him growing harder as he began to massage each inch of my tender skin, his grunts of pleasure mixing with my gasps of disgust. With one last thrust, he exploded across my soles, his cum shooting out from between my toes, dripping onto the floor. I stared at him in disbelief as he collapsed on top of me, both of us panting heavily from the intense experience.
