Hot Coffee, Hot Feet

Angelika Grays walked in from the nail salon with her feet soft and freshly painted. She settled on the couch, legs stretched toward Raul Costa, toes flexing in the low light. He looked once, then looked again, already shifting closer. She grinned, slipped one foot into his lap, and traced the hard line beneath his jeans. Raul caught her ankle, brought her toes to his mouth, and ran his tongue along the arch. Angelika sighed, lifted the other foot, and pressed it against his chest while he sucked each toe. Her shirt rode up, small bare breasts tightening with every pull of his lips. Soon she had him naked on the rug, her hand stroking his cock while the sole of her foot slid up and down the shaft. She leaned forward, blonde hair brushing his thighs, and took him into her mouth. Her tongue worked the head in slow, wet circles. Raul’s fingers tangled in her hair. When he was close, she pulled back, wrapped both feet around him, and pumped until he came in hot, thick ropes across her freshly pedicured toes. She rubbed the cum in, smiling at the shine it left on her skin.