NIGHTWING Milks the truth out from a Thug's Dick

Description: In a interrogation room beneath the city, benja stands before his captive, the criminal bound to a steel chair. the air is thick with tension as benja removes his boots, revealing his large, perfectly shaped feet—pale white soles glistening with sweat from the night's patrol. without a word, benja approaches, his powerful frame casting a shadow over the restrained man. benja positions himself on a low stool, his feet hovering inches from the criminal's dick. the superhero's toes curl slightly, testing the air before making contact. when they finally touch, the criminal gasps as benja's soft, moist soles envelop his shaft. the hero's arches press firmly against the sensitive flesh as he begins a deliberate, rhythmic motion—sliding his feet up and down the length, occasionally using his toes to tease the swollen tip. the criminal's breathing grows ragged as benja increases the pressure, his feet working with practiced precision. the superhero's heel grinds against the base while his toes stroke the frenulum, driving the man to the edge of ecstasy. sweat drips from benja's brow onto his own feet, adding to the slickness that now coats the criminal's throbbing member. just as the criminal's hips begin to buck uncontrollably, benja suddenly stops, leaving him trembling on the precipice of release. "where is she?" benja finally speaks, his voice low and commanding as he maintains his grip with one foot while the other hovers threateningly. the criminal, desperate for completion, spills the location between ragged breaths. benja grants him release with a few final, expert strokes, watching as the man shudders, his body arching against the restraints before cumming slumping in satisfaction and defeat.