Fantastic Feet

Tiffany Tatum kicks back on the couch wearing skimpy lace that barely covers anything. Heat rolls off her skin, and she is literally bouncing with the urge to get nasty. The second Kristof steps in, she hooks her bare toes around the bulge in his pants, rubbing slow and firm until the fabric is tight as a drum. His cock twitches under her arch, and she grins like she just won the game. She strokes the head with the ball of her foot, drags her soles along the whole length, then presses both feet together to create a hot little pocket she can work faster. Every tug is slick, every squeeze is teasing, and Kristof is already breathing like he just ran up stairs. Tiffany laughs under her breath, eyes bright, footjob going from gentle to greedy in two heartbeats as she aims to make him spill right there in her pretty, warm grip.