Licking Cum Off My Toes

Alyssia Kent sprawls out on the bed like she owns every inch of it, hands gliding over her curves as if she just can't wait another second. Then those painted toes make their way straight to her mouth—up they go, one at a time, while her eyes say she knows exactly what she's doing. Charlie Dean waits his turn, ready. He starts with slow, wet kisses along her pretty feet, tongue teasing every painted nail, and Alyssia laughs under her breath like she's daring him to see how far he can go. Next thing you know she's got him pinned by the dick with a lazy foot rub that glides so slick and slow his eyes might roll back. Soft skin meets hard flesh, up and down and up again, making him twitch against the easy pressure. He goes in head-first after that—face between her legs, tongue tasting her until her moan fills the room. Once he gets her good and slick he slides inside her, hips rolling as she arches and curses under her breath. Nothing halfway for these two—he keeps right on chasing every clench and shake, pounding in like he can't ever get enough. When he finally tips over the edge he empties himself across her toes in thick white stripes. Alyssia just pulls one foot up, tongues a slow swipe across the hot mess, and grins like the whole mess is exactly what she wanted.