The Golden Shoes

Tina Kay has him right where she wants him. Those golden heels slip off and her bare feet find him—slow, deliberate strokes that make his cock swell under her touch. Every flex of her arches pulls a low sound from his throat. She watches him thicken, lips parted, breath coming faster. The need hits hard. She turns, offers herself without hesitation, and he takes the invitation. He pushes into her ass in one steady thrust that makes her grip the sheets. No gentle start. Just deep, relentless strokes that jolt through her body with each slap of skin. The rhythm builds until he pulls free, pumps his release across her feet in thick, hot ropes that gleam on her skin.