Flexible Footsie Fun

Raven didn’t need a sign. The shorts practically screamed it the second she tugged them over her hips—tight, shiny, leaving zero to the imagination. Bill’s big fat cock was the whole point of her visit, and she made that clear the second her knees hit the floor. She loved dick, couldn’t get enough, and tonight she made sure to prove it in every way she knew. Mouth, pussy, sure—but mostly her feet, stroking, rubbing, curling around that thick shaft until the wet head smeared against her toes. Every squeeze, every slow glide had one aim: wring another spurt out of him and watch it drip.