Feet Dreams

Lord have mercy, Jenny's soft little feet wrapping your aching cock like they were made for it. Wiggle those painted toes, press them together, watch your head peek through, a tiny bead of need shining on skin. You suckle one toe like it's candy, she giggles, curls the rest and glides that slick foot job like she knows every inch of you. Up, down, squeeze. Slow and filthy until your hips buck on instinct and she just smiles like she owns you. Easy to picture yourself right there, breathing hard, trying not to finish on the spot.