Footie Diva

Sasha Colibri lounges in sheer lingerie, toes painted, waiting for Raul Costa. He walks in and drops straight to his knees, mouth hot on her arches. He licks, sucks, breathes warmth over every inch until her panties are damp and clinging. She tugs his belt open, leans in, and takes his stiff cock between her lips. Wet suction, tongue swirling, spit glistening on his shaft. She pulls off, lies back, and wraps both feet around him, pumping slow, soles flexing, toes squeezing the head. Raul grips her hips, flips her onto all fours, spreads her cheeks and eases his thick length into her ass. Inch by inch until he’s buried. He thrusts deep, steady, skin slapping, Sasha pushing back for every stroke. When he’s close he pulls out, aims at her feet, and paints them in thick, hot ropes that drip between her toes.