Nice To Feet You

Monique Woods knows the drill. She flashes that sly grin while Renato’s pumping her, then slides those pretty feet up his chest like she’s ordering dessert. He gets the hint fast, tongue out, sucking on her toes mid-thrust, and she moans so loud the neighbors probably wish they had front-row seats. Every flick of his tongue earns a fresh twitch from her hips, and the whole scene smells like sweat, perfume, and pure trouble. When he finally can’t hold it, he pulls free and splashes a lazy rope across her soles, warm, glossy, running between every toe.