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After Hours: Engelberth’s Tired Feet

Your boyfriend Engelberth stumbles through the door looking absolutely wrecked—dark circles under his eyes, shoulders slumped, barely able to mumble a greeting after his brutal shift. He collapses onto the couch beside you, the heat of his body radiating against your thigh as he lets out a exhausted groan that goes straight to your sympathetic heart… and stirs something lower.

He kicks off his work boots with relief, then peels off his sweat-dampened socks, revealing his perfect size 11s—arches pink and tender from being trapped in leather all day. “Baby, my feet are killing me,” he whines, those puppy-dog eyes locking with yours through the VR lens. “Please?”

You nod, and he extends one foot into your waiting hands, the skin warm and slightly salty as your thumbs press into his sole. He moans immediately, head falling back, that plush lower lip catching between his teeth. Then, deliberately teasing, he lifts his other foot—resting it right over your bulge, wiggling his toes against your hardening cock through your jeans.

His eyes snap open, meeting yours with a wicked glint. “Oh? Someone’s enjoying this more than expected,” he smirks, already unzipping you, his skilled fingers wrapping around your throbbing length. “But I know what you really want.”

He strips slowly, giving you the full show—broad shoulders, tapered waist, thick thighs—while those gorgeous feet work your shaft with surprising dexterity, toes curling and arches pressing just where you need it. The sight of him naked and focused entirely on your pleasure, using his body to service your specific kink, has you leaking precum onto his instep.

Once you’re both bare and desperate, he sinks to his knees between your legs, taking you deep into his wet, hot mouth with those beautiful eyes looking up at you. Then he’s alternating—lips wrapped around your head, then soles stroking your shaft, the dual sensation making you dizzy.

Finally, he climbs onto your lap, guiding you inside his tight, welcoming heat. You grip his cock as he rides you, the slap of skin echoing through your headphones, his breath hot against your neck. You flip him, take him from behind, watching his back muscles flex as you pound deeper.

In the final moments, he’s on his stomach, face buried in the couch cushions, looking back at you with swollen lips before turning to take you in his mouth one last time. His tongue swirls as his hand works his own shaft, and when you explode down his throat, he swallows every drop, milks you dry, then collapses beside you with a satisfied grin.

“Welcome home,” you whisper.

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