“You’re perfect,” he murmured against Eric’s socked foot, his voice rough with need. Eric’s socked feet, now damp with sweat and saliva, still rested on Carter’s shoulders, the professor’s hands lazily tracing the arches through the fabric. Gay porn He pressed one last kiss to the arch of the professor’s foot before pulling back slightly, his hands still massaging the sole. Carter’s hands gripped Eric’s socked feet, holding them steady as he picked up the pace. “Me neither,” he whispered, his lips curling into a smile. The professor’s tongue traced the outline of Eric’s toes through the fabric, his hands massaging the soles with firm, deliberate strokes. He nodded, his voice barely audible. He turned to Eric, his voice low and smooth, like velvet. “Please,” Eric breathed, his voice barely audible, though he wasn’t sure what he was asking for—more, or for it to never end.Professor Carter seemed to understand. “Not even close,” he breathed, his hands reaching out to pull Carter closer. Carter’s lips found his socked feet once more, his tongue lapping at the fabric as he drove into Eric with unrelenting force.“Come for me,” Carter growled, his voice rough with need.Eric’s body trembled as he obeyed, his release crashing over him in waves.
