Foot Fetishist Nurse

Cherry Kiss moves with quiet purpose across the exam table. She lifts one leg and sets her bare foot against your chest, toes painted a faint pink. The skin is warm. You feel her sole press down, then slide until the ball of her foot hovers just over your lips. She watches. Your tongue follows the soft curve along her instep, traces each smooth ridge, tastes the faint salt of her skin. She sighs through her nose when you pull the big toe between your lips and suck. The second foot finds your thigh. She works it slowly downward until her heel rests on the swell of your cock, the sole rolling in small circles, pressing you through your trousers. She slips out of her uniform skirt, lets it pool on the tile. Nothing underneath. Pale blonde hair frames her sex, already slick, the folds glossy with arousal. One hand slips between her thighs and parts them wider. Two fingers part the wet lips and sink in, the soft sound of suction filling the quiet room. She brings the glistening fingers to your mouth and lets you clean them, then draws them back down to her cunt, fucking herself in slow, steady strokes while her other foot keeps working your length. Cherry turns, palms on the table, ass lifted. The tight star between her cheeks flexes when she reaches back and spreads herself. She nods once. You kneel, tongue flat against the tender skin, tracing the rim until it softens under the wet pressure. She pushes back, greedy. The tip of your tongue slips inside, then deeper, while her hand returns to her clit and rubs in tight circles. Every time her asshole clenches it pulls your tongue farther in, and every time it loosens she moans, low and drawn out. She drops to her knees and frees your cock. Her lips stretch around the head without hesitation, cheeks hollowing, throat opening until her nose brushes your stomach. She swallows once, twice, the muscles working in smooth waves. Spit runs down your shaft. She pulls off only long enough to lick the underside from base to crown, then takes you again, deeper, until her throat flutters around you and tears gather at the corners of her eyes. Cherry climbs onto the table, lies back, legs parted. She guides your face back between her thighs so you can taste her cunt while your fingers slide over the slick ring of her ass. When her breathing grows ragged she rolls onto her side, reaches down and opens herself again. You press forward, the tight heat yielding slowly, inch by inch, until your hips meet the curve of her ass. She reaches back, pulls one cheek wider, and rocks against you in short, hungry strokes.