Shaved For a Footjob

Ann Marie shaved her legs this morning, smooth as a whistle, getting ready for Leslie. What's the point of pretty feet if they sit idle? Zero. So the minute Leslie shows up the chat ends fast and his cock finds her mouth, then her pussy, and finally the arches of those feet he can't stop staring at. She strokes slow, smirks quick, and laughs when the first shot lands between her toes. Classic meeting, just messier.