Footsie Princess

Alexis Crystal plants her small bare foot on Kristof Cale’s cock and drags the sole along the length, toes splayed. The contact is light but intent, a slow stroking that wakes him fast. He twitches under her, hard already, and she curls those neat digits around the shaft, milking him with a practiced grip. When he’s rigid, she slides down onto him, taking every inch in one smooth drop. Wet walls grip tight, and her hips roll in lazy circles while her toes stay busy, brushing his balls. Her tits stay bare, nipples tight from the air and the heat building low. She leans in, mouth open, and lets him push to the back of her throat. Spit runs down the shaft; she swallows, takes him deeper, and keeps riding until his breath shortens and his hand finds her hair.