Str8crushfeet - New Footjob Godlike Alpha Abraham
Studio: Str8crushfeet
We met
him 5 years ago. From that very
first video, Abraham made it clear who
he was: an absolute alpha-imposing, magnetic, desired.
His masculine
beauty, sculpted body, and dominant attitude quickly made
him a fan favorite. But there was always one limit. No matter how much we insisted... no matter how many of you begged for it... for five long years,
he refused to do a footjob. Until now.We did it. We convinced
him. And the moment
he said yes, we knew-one scene wasn't going to be enough. It had to be epic. It had to be unforgettable. And it is.In this exclusive video, you'll see Abraham like never before. The same perfect body. The same overwhelming presence. But this time, giving you what we've all fantasized about for years:
His first footjob. And not just any footjob. You'll see
him in three different settings-each one hotter, each one more intense. Every shot, every gesture, every stroke... pure submission. Pure dominance. Pure pleasure. And pay close attention. Because if Abraham was going to make
his footjob debut, we had to do it
big.Four
cumshots. Three scenes. One video. And one name you'll never forget. Abraham.Abraham's Interrogation: Military Footjob EditionAn empty military base. Abraham stands alone, imposing in
his uniform-each
muscle of
his stone-carved body hugged tight by the fabric. The sheer authority radiating from
him is impossible to ignore.
He's a
man in command, a natural-born alpha used to being obeyed.When Pain-Fabricio-walks in claiming
he's been sent to pick up a computer with recruit information, the commander doesn't buy a word of it.
He doesn't recognize
him. No warning, no paperwork. And Abraham's instincts are never wrong. That face, that submissive posture-
he can't be a real soldier.
He ties
him to a chair without hesitation. Like a thief... or worse, a spy.Fabricio is trapped. Helpless. Exposed. Abraham approaches slowly, each
step heavy with purpose. The uniform stretches across
his massive, perfect body. And when
he leans in close to inspect
him-
he finds something far more revealing than forged orders.An erection. Thick. Heavy. Pulsing under Fabricio's pants. Undeniable. Abraham smirks. Every time
he presses down on
him, every time
his feet graze
his chest or
his scent fills the air, that
cock responds. It throbs. It begs. There's no doubt anymore-this isn't a soldier. This is something else entirely.Someone who craves humiliation. Someone who needs to be owned.The punishment begins. Abraham lifts one
foot and plants it between Fabricio's
legs.
He starts stroking with strenght and precision, using only the
soles of
his feet.
Big,
rough, powerful-trained to dominate. They slide over the shaft, gripping it, teasing it, taking control. Fabricio moans through clenched teeth.
He can't
touch himself.
He can't move.
He can only surrender to
his commander's rhythm.And then it happens. The
first cumshot. Explosive. Messy. Uncontrolled. All with Abraham's
feet.No one would believe it's
his first time giving a footjob...
He moves like a
man who's done this all
his life.The CEO's FootslaveThis time, we enter a more sophisticated universe. Abraham is a high-level executive, commanding authority with every move.
He wears a flawless suit, though
his muscular body refuses to stay hidden beneath the fabric. There's something irresistible in the way
his contained power reveals itself-in how
he sits, how
he stares, how
he shifts
his feet inside those large, polished dress shoes.In front of
him-or rather, beneath
him-Fabricio exists solely for pleasure. An object. A submissive employee whose only task is to serve, worship, and obey.
He's tied beneath the desk like another piece of office furniture, wearing a collar designed specifically for
his thick
cock. A chain connects
him directly to
his master's
foot, and Abraham
toys with it absentmindedly while working, dragging it against
his sole, teasing
him with effortless control, like triggering a
machine built to surrender.The constant tension, the pull of the chain, the heat radiating from
feet encased in leather... it all builds inside Fabricio like a command with no voice. There's no need for words. The
orgasm arrives-explosive, unstoppable-provoked by nothing more than the presence of a
foot that never even left its shoe, and the cold, perfect indifference of a master who knows exactly what kind of power
he holds.Lucky's
Foot Addiction: 2
Cumshots, 0 RegretsAbraham was there-in my living room-stretching after the game like a Greek god carved in flesh.
His workout clothes were still damp, clinging to that sculpted, overheated body. The dried sweat on
his skin filled the room with a thick, masculine scent that wrapped around everything. But what truly make me crazy were
his feet: wrapped in thick football socks, dirty, worn, marked by use-proof of strength, dominance, manhood.I couldn't
help myself. I approached
him like a recognizing its master. The smell hit me before I even touched
him-moisture, used fabric, skin, testosterone. I didn't need to say a word. I looked at
him, offering myself. I needed to do this. I had to
touch them.
He let me. Rested
his feet on my lap. And I dove in. Like an addict. I rubbed them, inhaled them, pressed my face against them. I buried my nose in those socks, breathing in until my lungs burned. The sweat soaked through, wetting my skin. My
cock hardened so fast it hurt. It throbbed, pulsed-and
he noticed.But
he didn't stop me.
He played with me. With my need.
He rubbed
his foot against my bulge, pressed down with the heat of
his sole, teased me with those thick toes wrapped in sweaty fabric. I closed my
eyes. Trembled. And when that damp sock touched my tip... I exploded. My
first orgasm hit like lightning. Raw. Intense. Unstoppable.But Abraham wasn't finished with me.
He peeled off
his socks slowly, letting the trapped heat escape like a silent punishment.
His feet were
hot, slightly damp, the skin
rough, the
soles toughened, and that wild scent clung to my tongue. I took them in my hands like a prize. Dropped to my knees without realizing it. Worshipped them. Rubbed them on my face, on my chest... then on my still-
hard cock, begging for more.
He watched from above. Used me. Stepped on me. Owned me with every
touch.
He pressed with
his arch, dragged with
his heel, claimed me with every motion.And then, without warning, I came again. My face wet,
his foot pressed against my stiff
cock. The moan ripped from my chest like a growl-raw, humiliated, satisfied.And still... I craved more.With
feet like
his... twice is never enough.
Format: mp4
Duration: 1:20:02
Video: 1920x1080, AVC (H.264), 2996kbps
Audio: 309kbps

File size: 1.9 GB
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