Starting Off On The Right Foot

Linda Leclair stretches like it's a competition, every inch on display, bare feet flexing for no reason at all. Thomas catches her mid-pose and stops dead. He can't help it. The sight grabs him by the neck, drags his focus straight down to those toes. He grabs one foot, brings it to his mouth, sucks slow and deliberate. She moans like the heat just switched on. Next thing, Linda drops to her knees, tongue working the tip of his cock before taking him deeper, fingers looping around his base. She keeps going until she's slick with spit, then lies back and traps him with both feet, soles slick, grip tight, sliding along his length with exacting rhythm. The moment she gets too hot for second hand she's on all fours, ass up, pussy soaked and open. Thomas slams in, holding nothing back. He reaches the spots that make her toes curl, then pulls out, tongue taking over, lapping the mess he's made before plunging right back in. They grind like they forgot their own names until Thomas jerks free, seed pulsing across her feet, thick ropes painting every perfect arch. Linda grins, toes flexing again, glittered with mess, and the whole scene looks exactly as ridiculous as it should.