The MILF And Her Young Foot Lover

Rossella Visconti spreads her legs on the edge of the bed. Her bare foot slides up Charlie’s thigh and cups his cock through his jeans. She presses the ball of her foot against the hard line, slow and steady, until his breath tightens. He leans in to kiss her and she pulls back, smiling, then guides his hand down to the thin lace between her thighs. The zipper comes down. Rossella takes him out, hot and heavy in her palm, then lowers her mouth until her lips meet her fingers. She swallows him deep, throat opening around the length, eyes flicking up to watch his face. Saliva spills down her chin and drips onto her breasts; she doesn’t wipe it away. She just keeps working, lips stretched tight, tongue flicking under the head each time she pulls back. When she finally lets him go, she lies back and lifts both legs, feet together at his chest. Charlie grips her ankles and fucks between her soles, the soft arches squeezing him with every thrust. She watches him move, toes flexing, until his hips stutter. He pulls out, strokes once, twice, and finishes across her soles, thick ropes landing warm and glossy on her skin.