Destiny's New Talents

Turns out Destiny’s got more moves than a bar band on dollar-beer night. Everyone’s already familiar with the rest of the package—the looks, the tricks—but the feet? That’s never been on display. Well, today the absence becomes the headliner. Camera tightens on dainty toes getting to work, circling and stroking until the poor guy’s knees wobble. She keeps the rhythm alive with her mouth, too, arching her back into something between yoga and Cirque du Soleil. No safe word required, just a steady supply of lube and polite awe. If she keeps bending like that, someone’s gonna need aspirin and maybe a pastor.