Wannabe Footmodel

Lylith Lavey wants in on Bill's next skin flick, and she isn't shy about asking. Bill shrugs, lets her audition. She drops straight into action, hips rolling, hands guiding his cock between the smooth arches of her feet. She works him with slow, sure strokes, toes flexing, the pad of one foot gliding up the shaft while the other cradles his balls. The tempo builds. Her soles grow slick, trapping him, squeezing, twisting, milking every inch with playful precision. Bill groans loud enough to rattle the rafters. He knows one thing for certain—whatever else happens, he'll never scrub that footjob from memory.