No-it's her turn to wash you

“You can’t cum yet. Look at the mess that dripped onto my feet. I expect that to be cleaned up.” You head across the basement and take a seat as the frustrated girl gets down on her knees and crawls lustfully towards you. She reaches for your foot, but you pull it away. “Oh, no. You have to use your mouth.” Emma flashes a wicked grin, then lowers her head. Her lips press against the top of your foot, planting little kisses on your wet skin as she twists her head from the top to your arch. “I told you to clean them, not kiss them.” Emma responds by licking your heel, a half hearted “mmmm” coming from her lips as she tastes the grime from the floor. Her tongue presses firmly against your rough heel, thoroughly bathing it before tickling your arch. Emma looks up at you as her attention moves to your toes. Wrapping her lips around your big toe, her cheeks cave in as she sucks it hard like a little dick. She pulls off your toe with a “pop” then snakes her tongue between your other four digits, a smile crossing her face as her tongue passes over the tips of your toes.

As you stick your other foot in front of Emma, she continues to show enthusiasm. The short haired brunette spits on the ball of your foot, her tongue spreading the saliva across the dirty pad of skin as her nose burrows between your toes. As Emma starts to lick your toes, you run your hand through her hair and make her look at you.

“Take them all in your mouth.”

“It’ll be my pleasure, sir.” Emma opens her mouth wide, trying to get all five toes from your wide foot in her mouth. With a little squeeze, she manages to push the pinky toe inside, stretching her lips around your dirty, smelly foot. You wiggle your toes against her tongue as you gently kick your foot into her mouth. You pull your foot out and drag your sole across her face, the used slut giggling as you wipe her spit across her cheek.