Fit & Flexible

Curly hair bouncing, Geisha Kyd rolls through her morning yoga on the sun-warmed balcony when Thomas steps out, arms folded, pretending to admire the view. She notices, smirks, and grabs the half-empty water bottle. Splash—her perfect toes glisten like they've been dipped in diamonds. She wiggles them, and the poor guy folds like a lawn chair, dropping to his knees. His tongue traces every slick crease between her toes, then climbs the backs of her calves, hungry, while she giggles and arches. One long second later her slick foot cradles his cock, pumping, until he sprays thick ropes across her soles, puddling in the sunlight like an indecent sun-dial. She gives a little wiggle to make sure every last drop spreads, then shoots the audience an exaggerated wink.