Brazil Diaz Green with toes

Brazil Diaz curls her green-painted toes around Mick's cock like she's testing an avocado. She's aiming for that sweet spot between too soft and bone-crusher. One foot plants at the base, the other creeps up the shaft, wiggling just enough to make him gasp. Those brown eyes flick up at him, half smirk, half challenge. She rolls her shoulders, letting her chestnut hair brush her back, and squeezes again, toes flexing in perfect rhythm. Mick's knees lock. She adds a tiny twist and watches his face do a full slideshow of reactions. Her foot moves smooth, confident, finding the rhythm like it's second nature. Every once in a while, the tip of her big toe drags over the head in a lazy circle that drags a groan out of him she can feel in her calf. She tries not to laugh, biting the inside of her cheek. Green toes against skin this pale is a sight, no doubt about it. The squeeze stays tight, consistent, until his thighs tremble. She switches pressure, one toe lifting then pressing back down with playful accuracy. Mick grunts through clenched teeth. She grins wider. Her ankle twists just right, and the world narrows to the slick slide, the heat, the soft creak of the floor under her heel.