Hourglass on High Heels

Alyssia Kent’s got those long, shapely feet, full round breasts that bounce with every step, hips that sway just right and a mouth already wet for what’s coming next. Joel Tomas takes one look and grins like a guy who just found the honey pot and the key to the larder in the same moment. She climbs onto the bed, legs spreading just enough, and Joel follows. Her lips part in a smile that says yeah, this is on. He plants a kiss on her ankle, then higher. Her thighs warm his face. Alyssia lets out a little giggle, grabs a handful of his hair and pulls him straight to her pussy like it’s dessert first tonight. She tastes good, fresh and wanting, and his tongue goes in circles until she starts to ride his mouth with eager little bucks. The bed creaks. She throws her head back, pushes her tits together for him to reach up and squeeze. Joel loves the weight of them, the give and bounce, and the little moan she makes every time his fingers brush her nipples. His dick is already hard, pressing against the sheets. He climbs over her, guiding the head between her juicy lips while she wraps her feet around his lower back, ankles crossed, urging him deeper. He pushes in slow, savoring it. Alyssia sucks in a breath, then lets it out in a long, happy hum. Skin on skin, wet sounds, her hips rolling up to meet his thrusts, pretty feet flexing in the air. Joel fucks her steady and hard, picks up speed, palms those heavy tits again. Every slap of their bodies plays like music and the kind of dirty joke they’ll tell later. She cums first, arching, feet tightening around him like she’ll never let go, pussy gripping him in sweet spasms. Joel rides through it, chases his own finish, pulls out at the last second and finishes across her stomach. Alyssia watches with a satisfied grin, brushes her fingers through the mess and laughs. Not a bad night. Not at all.