Feet Treatment

Violette the blond angel can’t quit staring at her own feet, stacking rings and glitters till they shine. Then Toby shows up with his dick out like it’s the answer to life and ten bucks. He pushes her back, slips inside, and every slow pump loosens the knots in her legs and the ones in her brain. She laughs between moans because it feels equal parts ridiculous and just right. When she finally lets go the tension flies out with her breath, leaving her feet soft, glassy, doll-smooth. Toby pulls out, straddles her ankles, and paints them with one warm, sticky stripe across the jewels and skin. “Perfect gloss,” he grins. Violette wiggles her toes and sends a wink to nobody in particular.