You're still forcibly holding the witch feet against your shaft, much to their chagrin. As your thrusts get faster and faster, you can't help but look at the feet and smile. "You used to be bad," you say to them as they wiggle their toes around your cock head. "This is your punishment. I hope you enjoy it!" you thrust even faster and harder. The feet try and slip away, but you hold them even tighter. The feeling of your penis rubbing their soft soles was the best thing you've ever felt. "Forget getting a girlfriend. A pussy could never compare to this." you say, panting heavily. After a few more seconds, you finally cum and spray your white shower all over the sexy feet. They squirm in disgust at feeling every single drop of semen landing on them. You look at them, breathing hard, and chuckle. "That was awesome! Hell, if you're feet alone are this sexy, I wonder what the rest of you looked like." you put a finger to your chin and ponder. "Naw, screw that. The rest of you was a bitch, so you are the sexiest part." you say.
The feet are then taken to the tub by you and washed delicately. "Gotta keep you nice and clean for when I use you." you sing as you scrub the feet. They wiggle a lot still, but much more sensually. It appears they prefer being cleaned instead of dirty, of maybe they just like being rubbed. Either one works for you. After cleaning them thoroughly and drying them, you hold the feet up to the light and examine them. The black rose tattoo sparkles and catches your eye. You can't help but constantly remember the old man's story and it makes you hard again knowing that you hold the helpless feet of a villain; which you can do whatever you want to them. "OK, enough being clean!" you smile.
You set the feet on the edge of the tub and unzip your jeans. On your body, you are wearing tight boxer briefs, actually the tightest pair that you own; the idea makes you smirk. You take each foot and drop them into your underwear. They land around your now erect cock and wiggle around. They clearly know that they are touching our penis again, and start wiggling their toes against it to try and get it away. "No you don't. This is more of your punishment. Enjoy being locked up for a while!" you sneer. You release the waistband so Black Rose's feet are now held against your dick. But you then zip up your jeans, pressing them even tighter against it. They wriggle and squirm in vain attempts to escape, but it feels good to you.
Their soles stroke your shaft as they move and their toes constantly tap and rub the tip of your penis. Sometimes the tip would fall between the toes, which would then wiggle and squeeze it to try and remove it. Needless to say that never worked. But it did bring you closer to orgasm. "Oh god, yes." you moan in sheer pleasure. "Your feet are never leaving me, I'd be an idiot to ever let this kind of thing end." The feet go even faster, and the rubbing soles and toes become slick with precum, feeling absolutely amazing. "Almost there, Black Rose." you sigh as you arch your back from the pleasure in your pants. You blow your load again all over the feet, making your previous cleaning efforts futile. "Looks like I gotta clean you again." you smile. You leave the feet in your pants for now, jumping at every movement made by the slick, sticky soles and toes pressed tightly against your crotch. "I'm wondering what these feet would look like wearing their shoes?" you ponder as you eventually cum again.