Str8crushfeet - New Footjob Godlike Alpha Abraham
Gay BDSM - Str8crushfeet - New Footjob Godlike Alpha Abraham, added Tue, 29 Jul 2025 04:50:01 +0300
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
