Ivara Footjob

The stench of sweat pervaded Anon's nostrils. Ivara's feet were at long last within his grasp, and he wasted naught a second in planting his fingertips against the soft soles. The years he waited and the countless times he fantasized about this moment mentally prepared him for it, yet still he froze.
  Ivara giggled. "Allow me."
  The supple flesh of her webbed toes tugged at the button on Anon's pants, undoing it, then the sound of the zipper being unzipped resounded in his mind. Sweet relief oozed from his loins. The button on his boxer shorts was easily taken care of. Her toes invaded the hole to retrieve the positively throbbing organ, a feat which took a little effort on her part.
  "Are these what you want?" Teased Ivara by repeatedly curling her toes in front of his face.
  Ivara pressed her left sole against the back of his shaft and curled her toes over the head, and with her right she supported the base with the top of her toes. She began with a soft up and down motion against his frenulum, then moved onward to the entire length with the shaft angled against the webbing between her big and index toes.
  The long awaited sensations echoed through Anon's body, and the mental lust he felt caused his body to produce an excess of pre-cum. It drooled from his tip, which Ivara promptly took advantage of by forcing it up his urethra. Light reflected off of the thin liquid and her toes sparkled.
  Ivara scooted towards Anon and bent her knees, allowing her to firmly plant her soles on either side of his shaft. Slowly and steadily she worked the skin up and over the rim, then rotated her feet back and forth while bringing them down. A thin layer of pre-cum coated the soles of her feet as she worked her magic, allowing them to glide over the flesh with little resistence.
  A sharp pull of her soles downward landed her toes on either side of his scrotum. They wriggled and curled against the loose flesh, pulling and tugging at it before gliding back up to the head. The tips of her digits dug under the rim, curled, then lowered once again to his scrotum where they gently squeezed his testicles together. She took turns playing with the orbs between her toes and gliding her soles up and down his shaft, intentionally pausing between to allow pre-cum to accumulate within the urethra.
  The sudden flexing and spreading of Ivara's webbed toes caught Anon off guard. He looked up at her with an expression full of curiosity. She replied by vigorously pumping his shaft betwixt the middle of her soles.
  Anon couldn't help but squirm in his seat and mentally close the distance to his orgasm by focusing his vision between Ivara's muscular thighs. He stared intently at her bare labia as every movement, no matter how minor, caused them to ever so slightly spread apart or simply move with her muscles.
  The second before peaking ejaculation Anon thrust his hips skyward and groaned, his voice trembled and shook in gratification. Ivara knowingly angled his penis towards her crotch. Numerous strands of semen rocketed out and sprayed over the inside of her thighs, vulva, and her stomach. She deliberately scooped a portion of his semen onto her index and big toe, then shoved it between his lips and forced him to taste his own seed.
  He enthusiastically licked and sucked on Ivara's toes while paying great attention to the thin webbing. Ivara giggled, her feet ticklish, and pinched the the head of his penis between her toes with her other foot.
  "Pervert." Snickered Ivara.
  Ivara stood with a twirl and walked away from him with one foot in front of the other to purposely accentuate the swaying of her hips. As one final farewell before exiting the room she gave a hard slap of her left buttock and dug her fingers into her flesh.
///