Troy Stallion Worships Derek Spears’ Feet
Derek Spears slumps onto the locker room bench, muscles spent from his workout, when Troy Stallion’s voice cuts through the steam: “Let me work out those knots, man.” Derek’s eyes flutter shut as Troy’s hands knead his shoulders, but the massage takes a sharp turn—Troy’s nose dives into Derek’s socked feet, inhaling deeply. “Smell that sweat, bro?” Troy rasps, his tongue tracing the damp fabric. Derek’s moans deepen, his hips twitching as Troy peels off the socks, exposing bare soles to his hungry mouth.
Troy’s lips seal around Derek’s big toe, sucking like it’s a cock, his stubble scraping sensitive skin. Derek’s hand flies to his shaft, stroking furiously as Troy licks and nips his arches, saliva dripping onto the locker room tiles. “You love this, don’t you?” Troy growls, his palm grinding against Derek’s throbbing foot. Derek’s head thrashes, his grip tightening on his cock—pre-cum slicking the crown as Troy’s oral assault intensifies.
Then, it’s over. Troy pulls back, leaving Derek panting, balls high. “Cum for me, bro,” Troy commands. Derek’s hand flies up and down his shaft, groaning as ropes of jizz erupt across his chest, splattering Troy’s face. The locker room reeks of sweat and semen, Derek’s feet still in Troy’s grip, worshiped to the brink of collapse.
A lesson in foot-fetish dominance—and the most explosive locker-room release this side of the gym.
