Pink terror

Lily Love looks all bubbly in pink lace, sweet as sugar until you get close and spot the wicked grin. Zenza Raggi walks in expecting a simple service call. Instead she plants her heel on his chest, pins him flat, and wiggles five painted toes right under his nose. "Clean up," she orders with a giggle, as if she’s asking for a coffee refill. Raggi swallows, but his mouth obeys, tongue sliding between soft, warm digits. One, then two, then he gets greedy and sucks each until they gleam. Lily arches, and the lights cut across her wet, pink lips tucked under the same teasing lace. She rolls onto her stomach, pushes her soles together, and he buries his face there for a few more slow licks. She rolls onto her back next and spreads. Raggi climbs over her, sliding home with a sharp breath. She clamps around him like an after-hour bar door, heels drumming against his ass, urging him deeper, faster. When he finally breaks, Lily drags both feet together beneath the messy arc, catching the hot spurts across creamy soles.