Snowed in

Snow piles up outside but Doris stays cozy inside, completely naked except for bare feet. She lounges on her bed, toes twitching while she waits for Max. Door opens, he's there, hard and ready, pulling her ankles closer like he'd missed them all week. He kisses and licks every inch of her slender feet, sucking each toe as if he's starving. Doris giggles, then gasps when his tongue flicks between them. She doesn't waste time, she hooks her leg around him, tugging him on top of her. Max thrusts into her tight, wet pussy, feet still resting by his shoulders. She flexes and curls her toes against his cheek as he pounds her deeper, making the headboard bump the wall. It doesn't take long—Max pulls out, groans, and sprays his hot load across her pretty soles, thick and white. Doris wiggles her toes in the mess, laughing softly, winter just how she likes it.