Her Tender Sole

Alex Grey owns the camera. Pete watches her through the lens until he drops it. She kneels and pulls him into her mouth, taking him deep, lips tight, throat working every inch. He grips her head and fights the urge to finish. She pulls back and offers her bare feet instead. Her soles slide along his length, toes flexing, warm and soft. He lays her back, pushes inside her slick pussy, and draws one foot to his lips while he thrusts. The taste of her skin mixes with the wet sound of his cock. When he’s ready, he pulls out, aims low, and covers her arches in thick, white ropes.