Breakfast Served

Tiffany Tatum stands in the morning light, coffee in hand, when Charlie Dean walks in. She sets the cup down, her bare feet already drawing his attention. He drops to his knees, pressing his mouth to her toes, sucking and licking until her skin glistens. She watches him, then slides down, freeing his thick cock. Her lips stretch around the head, taking him deep, blonde hair brushing his thighs. Spit runs down his shaft as she works him with slow, wet strokes. He pulls her up, bends her over the table, and drives into her hard, the coffee forgotten. Her toes curl against his thighs while he pounds her. When he’s close, he pulls out and paints her soles with thick ropes of cum. She rubs it in, smiling as the sun climbs higher.