We all know that if he's watching the field monitor, my boy doesn't stand a chance of holding back his release. Even if all I give him is feet. Freshly showered and in front of the fireplace, I tease him into a frenzy. He moans and whimpers while I edge him, and once he's putty in my hands, I use my feet. My pedicured Black Onyx toes and soft soles massage his head and clamp around his shaft. He thrusts into the foot pussy until he's too close to hold it back.  Then I finish him. Again and again. Two -- I think even three? -- messy ruins. Wrecked by my feet.