Bathing beauty

After a brutal shift on her pins, nothing beats sinking into a steaming tub. Tonight Pure Angel's just done that when her buddy strolls in. He spies those dainty soles floating, puckering tighter with every ripple. He drops to his knees and drags his tongue along the wrinkly skin, lapping up the water between her toes. She gasps, heat racing straight from her arches to her core, and suddenly her pussy's clenching, begging to be filled.