On her feet

Keeping her wrists securely behind her back with both hands, you use your hips and elbows to bend her toned legs up at the knees. On a hair trigger, you whipped your dick free of its sultry prison and slammed it between her raised soles. You'd always had a thing for feet, but nothing could have prepared you for the silky embrace of her delicate arches.

"FUUUUUUCK!!"

Spots danced before your eyes as a torrent of scalding semen erupted onto her soles, glazing her heels and webbing between her curled toes.

"You bastard..." The barb was barely audible as she hung her head and wept bitterly.

Thoroughly spent, and already uncomfortable at experiencing the aftermath of your ****, you effortlessly conjure the sphere of Oblivion and shatter it against the back of her head.

She collapsed like a defective marionette. It was expected; a sentient creature could not endure having a piece of its existence tampered with and remain conscious. She'd remember nothing of tonight when she awoke.