Taste My Sweet Toes

Katy Rose lounges on the couch, thighs rubbing together, already wet. The second Kristof gets inside she wraps both feet around him and starts pumping, quick and filthy, soles gliding up and down that stiff length. The second he groans she knows exactly what she needs. Katy drops to all fours, reaches back and spreads her cheeks. Kristof pushes in—hard, relentless—and buries every thick inch up her ass. He fucks her wide open, deep and fast, until her toes curl hard against the rug. He yanks free at the last second and shoots hot ropes right over those pretty feet, thick white lines across pink nails and smooth skin. Still breathing hard, Katy wiggles her messy toes and grins at the mess.