I lick the underside of Ferrok’s phallic structure and then suck on that piece of him that looks like an eyeball. He quivers and I run my tongue around the edge of the socket… it comes loose with a suction pop and I pull it into my mouth, sucking it like a jawbreaker.
I don’t know the actual anatomical makeup of Ferrok’s species, but they have both cock and this thing that I’ve come to think of as a clitball.
I laugh at the way that word sounds in my mind.
Rolling it around on my tongue as I bounce and dance my way back over to the hole on the floor. I drag Cactus Jack closer to Ferrok’s, just in case.
My foot guy is shaped like a paddle cactus, and he’s even got the spikes, but he clips and files them so I don’t stab myself when I draw my sole across the top of him. He shakes and shivers and I almost wish I could hear him. It would be fun to know what he sounds like when he struggles like this.
Because healwayscomes quickly.
I place one foot beneath his heart-shaped cockhead and press down with my other, and he cum bubbles from the slit almost instantly.
The bot assured me it’s normal the first time we did this.
Cactus Jack’s species evolved for mating efficiency. They come quickly and then they find their euphoria by ingesting it.
I swirl Ferrok’s clitball around in my mouth and make sure to smear my toes through everything that missed my foot as Jack came.
And then, when the paddle cock retreats through its hole, I sit on the floor and dangle my leg through it, like I’m sitting on a dock with my foot in the water.
If something started sucking my toes while I was at the lake, I would definitely run away screaming… I don’t know what Cactus Jack looks like. He could be as creepy as an angler fish, but I know he’s not going to take my foot off.
I know he’s done cleaning his cum when he moves on to trace the scar at the back of my ankle from my Achilles surgery and then the ones on my knee… from the three times I’ve torn my ACL.
Those are the main reason I’m here.
I shove the thoughts away and focus.
His tongue tickles, but it’s not particularly arousing to me. I let him have his fun…
I should probably learn his name if I plan to let him suck his cum from my feet for a fourth time.
I look up to where Ferrok’s cock has started to leak a beautifully iridescent purple cum. But I still have time. His skin is still green. When it starts to go translucent,thenI know he’s going to blow.
My foot guy tips me and releases my ankle. So I pull my leg up out of the floor and the hole disappears as I dance my way over to the wall where towels hide behind another quantum panel.
A few quick swipes and the lingering traces of Cactus Jack’s saliva are gone and my leg isn’t uncomfortably wet and sticky anymore.
But Ferrok has started to pale. I suck a little harder as I go back to him and when I brush the side of his cock with the side of my nose, he pulses almost all the way to white.
I sweep my shirt off over my head and catch my hair up in my hand, holding it out of the way a moment before the slow ooze from his socket turns into an actual spurt.
I’ve lined him up perfectly… my tits are small, so I have to angle myself to keep it from sliding straight off me before it’s had a chance to stick.
Honestly, half the fun is in how pretty Ferrok’s cum looks on my skin. It makes me think I could be carved of moonstone if I was just a little sharper.
The cum slows and his cock darkens, and I swipe a little of that cum from the socket to spread on my lips like gloss.
“Image requested. Do you consent?”
I fix my hair and check myself in the reflection of the wall that has just turned into a mirror.
“I do.”
The image request was expected. He’s gotten these pictures from me every time before. Ferrok likes toseethe aftermath of his cum. This time, I feel a little sillier than usual, so when the bot takes my picture, I make sure Ferrok’s clitball is still in my mouth holding it in a perfect O pucker between my lips.
The photo appears on the wall and I inspect it, cropping it above my waist, so he can think I’m fully naked if he wants.
