Longing for Each Other

Nata Ocean was feeling that itch only a good fuck could scratch. She wanted a cock buried in her soaked pussy and she wanted it now. Renato had what she needed, but he had his own price—her feet all over him first. She smiled, slid her soles along his stiff length, and felt him throb under her toes. The deal was struck. He grabbed her ankles, pulled her legs wide, and drove straight in. Every thrust hit home while her heels stayed pinned to his chest, toes curling with every slap of skin on skin. She kept working her feet over him even as her body bounced, dragging those soles along his abs while he hammered deeper. Sweat slicked her arches; his grip tightened. A little filthy bargain that left both of them breathless and grinning.