Foot Model

Ornella Morgan’s red hair catches the light as she poses. Her natural tits press against thin fabric. Max scrolls through the shots and she watches his eyes drift over her body. No one speaks. She crosses the room barefoot and stretches one foot onto his lap. The toe pressure is deliberate. He hardens under her sole. She rubs the sole along the ridge in his jeans until the denim darkens with pre-cum. He frees himself. She wraps both feet around his shaft, sliding them slowly, heels pressed together, arches slick. Max leans back. Ornella sinks between his knees and takes him in her mouth, cheeks hollowing, tongue swirling the head. She keeps the rhythm with her feet until spit runs down his length. He pulls her up, bends her over the arm of the couch and pushes inside. Their fucking is steady, raw, skin slapping against skin. He flips her onto her back, lifts her ankles to his shoulders, driving deeper with each thrust. When he’s ready he pulls out, strokes once and sprays thick ropes across her soles and toes. Ornella smiles, flexing her cum-slick feet for the camera that still sits open on the table.