White Soles

Janet can barely sit still in that tight little outfit she's wearing, legs bouncing, waiting for Serge to show up and give her what she's after. Serge slides in the door right on time—he'd have to be an idiot to miss this—and before either of them can blink, clothes hit the floor. He fucks her everywhere he can reach: her mouth, her pussy, every curve and crease. Janet's breathy laughs mix with wet sounds, her body rolling with his. Serge finally pulls out, strokes quick, and comes hard across the soles of her feet, leaving a messy white streak across that pretty skin.