The Studio

Nikky Thorne plants those pretty soles right where they count. She wraps her toes around him like she’s been waiting all day, flexing, squeezing, wiggling till the poor guy stands at attention and can’t hide it. She knows exactly how much pressure and how little, timing the strokes so he can’t guess the next move. Every time one foot slides down he thinks he’s got it, then the other foot presses just so and his hips jerk like she pulled a string. She grins the whole way through, treating his cock like her newest toy and daring him to last longer than five seconds under that kind of attention.