Put a Ring On It

Henna Ssy smirks at Andrew Marshall like she’s got a bet on herself. She wraps her long feet around his cock, warm soles sliding and tugging until the guy can’t stop grinning at the ceiling. One slow footjob later, she flips over on all fours and angles herself so he can sink straight into her ass. He grips her hips, pumps hard, and she meets every thrust with a breathy little curse. She twists at the waist, guides him into her pussy next, still slick from the round before. They switch back and forth—ass, pussy, ass again—her toes curling each time he fills her up. When he finishes, he pulls out and paints white stripes across her calves, laughing while Henna shakes her feet in mock disgust.