Ejaculating on Liu Yan's Jade Feet
The essay collection that Liu Yan had found for Ma Jun was indeed excellent—a true treasure trove compiling the finest works from essayists across the nation. Each piece represented a different style, and they were accompanied by detailed, insightful commentary from the guiding teachers.
Ma Jun devoured the book in one sitting, still craving more even as his eyes grew heavy with fatigue. He stood up, stretched lazily to loosen his muscles and joints, and inadvertently glanced toward the bed. There lay Liu Yan, her back to him, perfectly still, as if she'd fallen asleep. A pink thin blanket draped over her, wrapping her devilish curves in a silky nightgown that clung like satin to her voluptuous figure.
"Cousin, you asleep?"
Ma Jun stepped closer to the bed and asked tentatively. Her eyes were tightly shut, her cheeks flushed with a rosy glow—she seemed genuinely asleep. The thin blanket concealed her full, fiery body, but it couldn't hide the tantalizing S-curve formed by her slender waist flowing into her firm, rounded hips. Her long, shapely legs were tucked together beneath the hem of her nightgown, stirring all sorts of filthy fantasies. Ma Jun ached to pounce, to spread those legs wide, but he lacked the guts.
His gaze quickly settled on her delicate, snow-white feet peeking out. Her dainty toes lined up like a row of perfect shells, adorable and neat. He swallowed hard, his mouth watering at the thought of sucking them greedily, consequences be damned—but it was just a fantasy, nothing more.
He'd read in those little porn books how some guys were obsessed with women's stockinged feet, even getting off on having them trample them in high heels. But Ma Jun wasn't that twisted. Besides, if Liu Yan thought he was some foot fetish freak, who knew how she'd react.
Still, her feet were undeniably sexy and alluring. If feet were a woman's second face, Liu Yan's were every bit as stunning as her flower-like beauty—pale and tender, with faint blue veins visible on the arches. Unlike so many women whose feet were rough and ugly despite otherwise decent looks, hers were flawless.
Among the women Ma Jun knew, Cao Meng's feet were probably the prettiest—snowy, soft, and petite. In ancient times, they'd mark her as a top-tier beauty, perfect for footjobs. But in all their romps, he'd never focused on her feet. And with his current plan to distance himself from her, that ship had likely sailed for good.
Zhang Li's feet weren't as pretty—thicker and sturdier after years of teaching, standing for hours in class. Without solid feet like hers, she'd never manage. Liu Yan, by contrast, got sore and numb after long lectures, needing to sit and rest. She hadn't built up that endurance yet.
Though he'd already tangled flesh with this sexy cousin a few times, Ma Jun had never truly savored her body. Seeing her asleep now, he edged closer to the bed, bending down for a proper look at the plump, seductive form sprawled before him.
Her face was peachy and blooming, brows fine and slightly arched, a hint of spring desire flickering between them. Her lashes curled prettily, her red lips soft and tempting. Raven hair spilled across the pillow; her neck was swan-like, pure and graceful. Thin straps rested on her rounded shoulders, her arms sleek and boneless like jade lotus roots. Inside the nightgown, her massive, round Big breasts were squished slightly out of shape. Her waist was slim, her ass plump and high—a living, breathing erotic masterpiece.
Staring at this bewitching mature beauty, Ma Jun froze, his cock stiffening in his pants, straining painfully against the fabric. Boldly, he dropped his trousers, freeing his thick shaft and gripping the base to stroke slowly.
But maybe from nerves, he jerked for ages without the urge to cum. His skin was rubbed raw. Before, just fantasizing about her huge tits got me off quick. Now, with her right here, I can't? Am I too pent up tonight?
Suddenly, his eyes locked on her sexy feet. Heart pounding, he crept to the head of the bed, pressing his glans against the soft sole of her tender white foot and rubbing gently. The cool, tingling sensation nearly made him shudder. Who knew just touching her feet with my dick would feel this good? If she sucked the head with her mouth... I'd be in heaven.
Liu Yan wondered why she hadn't heard him leave, when a warm sensation bloomed on her sole—something hard grinding against it. Realization hit: this punk was using her foot to jerk off. The thick cock made her sole itch and tingle; she nearly moaned but bit her lip, holding still. She couldn't let on she was faking sleep. Shame and fury— this guy's getting bolder. Tits last time, now my feet with that filthy thing.
She was embarrassed, sure, but not repulsed—actually a bit thrilled. Pretending to sleep let her drop the prim facade. His pervy move hadn't crossed her line yet, so she endured, hoping he'd finish and go.
But the ticklish thrill crept up her legs, straight to her pussy. Her paused arousal reignited, juices seeping from deep inside, trickling along her walls.
Helpless, she was a tinderbox of pent-up need, and he was rubbing right on her sensitive sole—the second most erogenous spot after tits and pussy. Feet held huge symbolic weight; in old times, showing them was as intimate as nudity. Letting a man touch them meant openness to sex.
Liu Yan was conservative, modern-educated—not some girl who melted at a foot touch. Otherwise, she'd have cheated ages ago. But this was Ma Jun, not some stranger. Even set on guarding her final line, her body betrayed her.
As a young married woman, her libido burned hot, morals be damned. Her neglected pussy craved cock and cum. Caught in conflict, she buried her head like an ostrich, letting him toy with her perfect feet.
"Cousin, I love you so much. I wanna fuck you—ram my big dick in your slutty pussy."
Ma Jun muttered to himself, grinding his glans on her sole while imagining plunging into her plump, juicy hole, her tight walls squeezing him as she moaned sluttily under his thrusts, her pale body slick with sweat.
Her feet drove him wild; pre-cum glistened on her sole, making the delicate skin shimmer. Lost in bliss, he rubbed his sensitive head on the cool slickness, even thrusting between her plump toes. Soon, her soles, arches, and toes were slick with his leakage.
"Cousin, your feet are too gorgeous, too sexy. Feels so fucking good."
Gripping her slim ankle, he pumped his hips furiously, pleasure crashing through him, breath ragged.
Liu Yan squeezed her eyes shut, feeling every veiny inch of his hot, thick cock. Electric jolts shot from her sole up her leg to her brain, igniting every nerve. Juices flooded her thighs; her hands clutched the blanket, mouth parting in silent moans.
She'd never known her soles were this sensitive—cock contact hitting like lightning. Regret gnawed: should have stopped him sooner. Too late now; just wait for him to blow.
Ma Jun caressed her smooth ankle, watching his glans piston on her snowy foot. The urge built; with a grunt, his head erupted, hot cum splattering her tender sole. Another rope shot deep between her thighs. Simultaneously, the unbearable tingle pushed Liu Yan over—her pussy spasmed in ecstasy, mind blanking as she squirted like a flood, soaking her panties. She clamped her legs shut, terrified he'd notice her orgasm.
Ma Jun panted heavily, his cock twitching to milk out the last drops onto her feet. Satisfied, he exhaled. Her sole was glazed in his thick seed, sliding slowly down—pure filth. Not a true footjob, but thrilling. Next time, stockings—proper jerk-off with her.
Imagining her long legs in flesh-toned nylons, splattered with his load, softened his dick twitched back to life. She was married, but her clumsy handjob last time screamed vanilla sex only. He might not be first in her pussy, but he'd claim her other holes: feet, tits, mouth—all debuts for him.
Liu Yan felt differently. Conservative at heart, she and Xu Zhipeng stuck to vanilla foreplay and fuck—no kinky web stuff. First footjob? With Ma Jun, and it made her squirt. Good thing she faked sleep; facing him awake would've been mortifying.