Passionate Scooter Riding

Alyssia is soaked. Renato is standing there with the kind of hard-on that looks like it could crush steel, and she can't take her eyes off it. She stretches out her bare feet, runs the smooth soles along the length of him, teasing until every inch pulses. He’s rock-solid now, but she’s hungrier. She hooks a toe under his chin and nudges him forward, guiding the thick head of his cock right to her slick folds. “Don’t make me wait,” she grins, and the next moment he’s sliding in, filling her up. Alyssia groans—low, greedy—and curls her other foot up to his mouth. Renato licks between each toe like it’s candy. She clenches around him, riding the rhythm he sets, hips snapping like they’ve got a private joke with gravity. Every thrust drags a moan out of her; every suck on her toes turns the heat up another notch. Her thighs start to shake. She’s aiming for the kind of orgasm that makes your ears ring. When it finally hits, her whole body bows, toes curling in his tongue, and her laughter cracks with pleasure. She’ll want seconds. Probably thirds. Renato grins, already eager to oblige.