Worshiping Your Feet And Your Cock

Lady Lazarus pins Dick Wolff down on the sofa and goes straight for his feet. She grins like she just won the lottery, then slips her little fingers through every gap between his toes and works them with that forked tongue. The wet sounds she makes get louder each time she licks the bottoms of his heels clean. By the time she slides up his legs, his cock is already twitching. She opens wide, slurps the head in, then sinks until her nose touches skin. Spit gushes down his shaft and over his balls. She bobs faster, throat clenching, gagging, coming back up smiling with strings of drool hanging from her chin. She drops lower again to tongue his tight hole while her hands keep pumping him, then pops right back up to swallow every inch. When he starts to buck, she doesn’t pull off. She takes it to the root and gulps it down without a drop wasted.