Poppy's Little Feet

That flirty Poppy Pleasure, cocky little smile and all, starts slow. Her tiny pale feet wrap right around Kristof Cale's soft dick, toes wiggling like she's daring it to wake up. It twitches, stiffens fast. Rub, squeeze, stroke—her arches cup him like they know exactly how a man likes it. Slick skin slides over velvety head, slick from pre-cum. She works that shaft top to balls until he's thick, throbbing, pulsing in her grip. Then she lifts herself, still pinning him, and sinks down fast, pussy swallowing his length like it's starving for it. Wet heat clenches as her back arches, mouth open in a quick gasp. The room fills with the wet sound of her riding, his hips thrusting up hard. Every downward slam sends a satisfied slap echo, and she laughs like she can't believe how good it feels either.