On her feet

Keeping her wrists securely above her head with one hand, you use you use the other help shrug off her legs back to crotch level. On a hair trigger, you whipped your dick free of its sultry prison and slammed it between her 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 hid her head in her hands 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 side 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.