French Pedicure

Sybil strolled in from her fancy french pedicure and all she wanted was something stiff between her toes. Kristof wasted zero time. He hauled out his cock, letting her silky soles glide up the shaft like warm velvet. She spread those legs like a feast, arched her back, and he slammed into that slick little cunt like he meant it. The bed creaked. Sybil moaned, teeth biting her grin, until Kristof yanked free, grunted, and painted sticky ropes across her pretty toes, watching it drip down the glossy paint.