Load of cum

You’ve ogled Nancy Bell before, gawking with everyone else at those perfect proportions. Now, no stopping at the first glance. She’s settled on the couch, bare feet gone satiny from lotion, and she drops both arches straight onto the guy sprawled next to her. Ten polished toes curl around the rigid cock and drag, slow circles to fast stroking, soles flattening one moment, squeezing the next. He swells right in her grasp, desperate, glossy tip bobbing between her big toes. She smiles like she does this every breakfast—off-hand, almost bored. Minutes later he gasps, blasts thick ropes that spatter her shins and streak across painted nails until her feet look painted twice. She keeps massaging through the spurts, wringing every drop, then wiggles sticky toes at the camera like, You came here for this, didn’t you?