Foreplay with Janelle

Janelle pops her gallery open with a cheeky grin. She slides one foot forward so her sole glides across the skin of your face, soft and warm. She chuckles, breathy. “Yeah, just like that.” Her toes curl, damp pads brushing your lips. They’re sticky from lotion; the scent is sweet, a little sharp. She flexes, then presses harder, letting the ball of her foot pin your cheek. You feel a gentle pulse as her calf tenses. She watches you from between her spread knees. Her free hand dips down, two fingers slick, knuckle-deep inside her glistening pussy. She holds it there just long enough for you to hear the wet suck when she pulls them free. “See how bad she wants more?” Her toes nudge your tongue. “Go on—lick. Next time she gets the whole dick.”