Feet of a Dancer

Ria Rodrigez dances and men stop dead. They've all seen her legs do impossible things. A fair few, though, picture those legs doing something much nastier after the lights go down. Renato is the guy actually getting it. He sits right there, pants around his ankles, cock standing tall while Ria sits opposite and curls both bare feet around him. Her toes flex and grip, slide up and down that hot length in slow, even strokes that she knows by heart. Ria works her soles together now, trapping him between warm skin, rolling and squeezing until a bead of clear liquid pearls at the tip. She grins like she’s being paid just to keep him on the edge and keeps that same steady rhythm, heel to balls, toes milking the head. Renato moans. Every twitch of her agile feet tightens the coil in his gut until the pressure has nowhere left to go but up.