These Feet Were Made for Fucking

Doris Ivy knows what gets you hard. She starts slow, legs stretched, toes flexing, letting you watch every inch of her small, naked feet. Her hands glide over the soft soles, pressing, rubbing, spreading her toes wide so nothing stays hidden. Renato watches too, cock already stiff, until he leans in and drags his tongue across the curve of her arch. She gives a quiet gasp, then pulls her feet back to him, pressing them together around his shaft, stroking him with the same slow pressure she used on herself. He lets her work him for a moment, then pushes her down and thrusts straight into her tight pussy, hips snapping, feet still pinned to his chest. When he’s close he pulls out, lines his cock up with her soles and comes hard, thick streaks of semen covering her toes and ankles until every pretty inch shines.