Lick my feet and you'll be happy

Classic home-cinema meet-cute, only it's a high-class foot job from classy Michelle Moist instead of popcorn. The mansion room reeks of new velvet seats and wet ambition as David the renovator mutters about sound panels. Michelle steps in barefoot—rich girl privilege in every toe—lifts one sole to his chin, and suddenly the blueprint includes kneeling. She watches him kiss, sees the hesitation, smiles, wiggles until his tongue obeys the spaces between her toes. One stiff lick later, pants fly off like job quotes abandoned. She lowers her arches, sandwiches his cock with cool, smooth pressure, then slides until the slap-staccato echoes off speaker wire. Blowjob follows on cue: lazy lips, bored eyes, cheeks hollowing exactly when he gasps loudest. David stays happy, on his knees, because the blonde gives top-shelf service without ever giving up the throne. Her heels dig gently into his chest for the finale, leaving sweat-and-saliva prints nobody needs to explain.