Extraordinary Feet

Baby Nicols plants those perfect feet on Renato's lap and wiggles her toes like she’s texting naughty suggestions. He grins like a guy who just found a winning scratch ticket. She leans in, breathy, lets him smell every inch, and softly tells him exactly where she wants him next. Quick as that she’s face down, ass up, and he’s driving into her while the soles stay perfectly in reach. She moans when he nails the angle, reaches back, and holds her own ankles up like trophies. The rhythm gets slapdash—hard, faster—until he pulls out just in time. Baby offers both feet like a canvas; thick streaks of hot cum paint her arches and toes, and she wiggles them again, slower this time, as if double-checking she’s not dreaming.