Friday night funkin footjob

The beat dropped and FNF's hero's eyes met Girlfriend's. She was standing barefoot her delicate ankles shimmering under the neon lights. The air was thick with anticipation. Boyfriend's gaze drifted down to her feet. A teasing smirk touched her lips. The music intensified a rhythm of longing. He felt a warmth spreading through him. Those seductive toes brushed against him sending shivers down his spine. This was more than just a rap battle. The crowd cheered unaware of the true game being played. It was a footjob a rhythm of touch and sensation. Each caress ignited a deeper fire. Girlfriend's smile widened. The battle was far from over. Her wet feet glistened. The rhythm quickened a crescendo of excitement. Her ankles continued their dance. The game was truly heating up. Sky appeared a new challenger for Boyfriend's attention. The footjob was now a competition. Every touch was a note in this erotic symphony. The rhythm continued building to an intense climax. Erect nipples from Girlfriend's arousal. The audience was captivated by the footjob. He was lost in the sensation. Her feet up the ultimate surrender.