Acrobatic Foot Worship

Darcia twists like she’s auditioning for Cirque du Soleil, then bends an ankle toward Thomas’s mouth. He knows the cue. Lips on sole, tongue tracing every ridge while his free hand feeds his dick into the hot grip waiting between her thighs. Every time she moans he slides deeper, like her foot is a remote control for her cunt. She laughs, breathless, when he sucks two toes at once and her walls clamp around him so tight his hips stutter. He keeps licking while he fucks, and her laughter turns raw as the heel of her foot smacks his shoulder, urging harder, faster, don’t stop. Thomas grins around a mouthful of painted nails and gives her exactly that.