Off Your Feet

Dick walks into the parlor with sore feet and an itch that needs scratching. He picks Cassandra, and right away she's all smiles. In two shakes she's naked, giving him the full view while he presses his thumbs into her arches. Dick can't stop staring at that body and Cassandra knows it. She grabs the oil, plants her soles on his hard dick, and works every inch with those toes like she's buttering toast. Sensation shoots straight up his spine. Then Dick gets greedy, filling his hands with her breasts, sliding lower to squeeze that soft ass until she straddles his face. Breath hot, cheeks spreading, she pumps him faster, slick sounds filling the air until he groans and spills heavy ropes across her fingers. Cass smirks, shakes her dripping palm, and asks if he booked another hour.