Foot Artist

Sybil's feet work Vince Carter's cock like she knows exactly what she's doing. He's the photographer, lens cap still half on, and her soles do the talking. Every stroke drags slow, then picks up, slick from how ready she already is. Her pussy glistens, lips parted and dripping while she pumps him between her arches. Vince finally drops the camera. He lines up and pushes inside her, thick shaft stretching her tight little hole until she lets out that sharp, surprised sound that never quite becomes a moan. He holds nothing back, hips snapping, skin slapping skin. Sybil's toes curl, legs bouncing with each thrust, but her eyes stay locked on his, all grins and mischief, daring him to go harder.