Guys, I have to tell you something. I met the dean of the university. Her name is Rita and she's from Holland. She's around forty, elegant, confident, the kind of woman who walks into a room and everything slows down. We met by chance, exchanged a few words, felt some chemistry... and then I invited her to dinner.

We talked about various things and then out of nowhere she brought up touching and physical sensations. So I casually asked her about tickling. And she immediately stated with academic certainty that tickling doesn't actually exist. That it's just a suggestion, something we have in our heads. And that she doesn't even smile when she's tickled. Well... I guess her husband doesn't know how to do it very well. That set off alarm bells in my head. I thought to myself, "Aha, I'm not going to take a challenge like that as just a theory." I suggested that we "test" it in practice, just for fun, nothing serious. She laughed a lot but agreed. Why not, she said. My c*ck immediately responded in my pants.

When she arrived the next day, she was wearing jeans, white socks, and sneakers. She lay down on the bed and I took off her shoes... I noticed the smell. Yeah, it was clear she had spent the day in those sneakers. Her feet were pleasantly sweaty, and the scent was a mixture of femininity and warmth. Just something that unexpectedly h*ts your senses. My c*ck started to harden.

I started tickling her through her socks. Gently, slowly. And look—it started! Her fingers were curling and the corners of her mouth were twitching, even though she was trying to act calm. She claimed she couldn't feel it, but her body gave her away. And when I ran my fingers over the arch of her foot and then pressed down with my finger, she let out a short laugh. The kind you try to hold back, but you can't. Her whole face flushed and her pupils dilated. She probably didn't expect it and was embarrassed. I was j*rking off. I took off her socks. Her feet smelled wonderful. I started with her toes — between them, under them, long strokes along the soles... and she giggled. I couldn't stop, and I tickled her like crazy. She laughed like a schoolgirl, gasping for breath, covering her face with her hands. I enjoyed every second of it.

With complete naturalness, she began to stroke my hard c*ck with her feet. Elegantly, precisely, with feeling. And then everything went smoothly. That footjob was out of this world. The combination of her experience, her relaxedness, and those smelly feet... Her wrinkled soles drove me crazy. She stroked my p*nis and I teased her sensitive soles with my fingers. Her toes were red. She wiggled her toes and moaned with excitement. Then came what I had been looking forward to so much. I placed my big load on her bare, smelly feet and she moaned. In my head, I thanked I don't even know who.

Hopefully she'll come back again.

At the end of the video, there's a sow motion.

Milf Fußfetisch B*ndage Ticklish Professor and Sticky Soles (4K Version) mit C4s.com