Footsie clubbing

Donna and Renato ditched the club's crowd for the bathroom once their drinks hit. Lust took over fast. Renato dropped to his knees, tongue already at work on Donna's feet while she braced against the sink. She lifted them, flexed, pointed the toes just for him, smiling when his breathing changed. That little show lit the fuse. He licked the arches, sucked each toe until spit shone on her skin, then he yanked her panties aside and buried his face between her legs. Donna groaned, heels still dangling from her toes. She reached down, fished his cock out, and swallowed it deep, gagging on the angle but not stopping. They spun through positions fast. He bent her over the sink, slammed into her hard, every slap echoing off tile. When he pulled out she sank to her knees again, brought her feet together, and he finished all over her soles. Thick ropes of cum slid between her toes, warm and shiny under the shitty bathroom light while they both laughed like idiots.