As we finished fucking, I brought my legs together, eager to continue our intimate encounter with a foot job. I wanted to see his big black cock glisten against my adorned toes, to feel the sensation of his warm skin against my feet. I beckoned him to show appreciation to my feet, my eyes locked on his as I began to rub my feet against his manhood. I wanted to make him suffer, to beg for more, to prove that he was worthy of my attention. But as the tension built and he grew closer to the brink, he would slightly pull away and get soft, he showed fear and uncertainty in his eyes. He stammered apologies, explaining that he couldn't get hard any longer. The realization that he was too scared to cum and that he wasn't willing to do whatever it took to earn my favor, made it clear that he wasn't worth my attention. With a middle finger and cursing, I dismissed him, and he quickly questioned why, leaving me to enjoy the fruits of his inability to please me.