Bella Gets Cum On Her Foot Tattoo

Bella slips off her strappy heels and winces. "These things are murdering my toes," she says, stretching her legs across the stranger’s lap. The guy gets the hint fast. He cups her bare heel and runs his tongue from arch to toe, slow and wet, lapping the taste of day-old sweat. When she wiggles, he sucks her little toe like a snack, lips smacking each time. Bella grins, pressing the balls of both feet together and closing around his half-hard shaft. She rolls them up and down, smearing spit and first pearls of precum. A quick twist of the arches, then she grips right under the head and pumps like she’s rolling dough—slow, tight, relentless. Her soles stay warm, slick, squeezing, until she feels her panties soak straight through. She drags her glistening slit against his swollen tip, so ready it leaves a clear trail on his skin. Then she swings one leg over, sinks down, and every hot, sloppy inch disappears inside her with a single greedy rock of her hips.