French Pedicure For The Hubby

Meet Cherry Kiss—leggy, golden-haired, cock-hungry. David Perry, her not-so-patient hubby, lines her up, sinks right into her ass, and starts driving. Between thrusts he grabs a foot, pops each glossy toe into his mouth, and sucks like a starving man at a brunch buffet. The slurps get sloppier, David’s rhythm stumbles, and boom—here comes the grand finale. He pulls out, paints thick ropes across the tops of her soft, pedicured feet, watches it drip down every perfect crease. Cherry lifts one foot, tongue flicking out like she’s tasting frosting off a mixing spoon, and cleans every drop from between her own toes.