French Pedicure

Sybil’s fresh French pedicure hasn’t cooled yet. She slips into the room hungry for cock, legs bare, toes painted white at the tips and gleaming. Kristof is already hard. He frees it, and she draws her foot along the shaft, testing the new softness against warm skin. He grunts. She smiles. Legs spread, she lies back, and he pushes into her cunt—tight, wet, taking every inch. The stroke is steady, deep, until he pulls out and stripes her pretty feet with thick ropes of cum, the white lines landing right between her perfect, glossy toes.