Foot Fetish Love

Chloe drops right to her knees and sticks her tongue out. She plants kiss after kiss on Syren’s bare feet, lips smacking, breath hot. Then she works up a good mouthful and lets it drip—slow strings of spit landing between Syren’s toes. Her mouth never stops moving: licking, kissing, leaving everything shiny and wet. When the drool gets too thick she catches it on her tongue and smears it back where it belongs. Up close, every wet pop and filthy little smack says exactly what she’s there for, and Syren’s toes curl just to feel more of it.