I Know You Want My Feet!

Cherry Kiss knows exactly how to draw a man in. She sinks back onto the sofa and lifts her bare feet to Vince Carter’s cock, soles warm and smooth against him. Her toes press and stroke in slow, deliberate rhythms. Vince watches her calves flex, the lines of her thighs, the small smile on her lips. She moves closer, takes him into her mouth—first the head, then deeper, until her lips meet her own hand and he feels the back of her throat. Cherry keeps her balance, one hand working the shaft while her mouth glides, saliva trailing down to her fingers. She pauses, catches her breath, then swallows him again, throat tightening around him. Vince’s hips shift. He pushes her onto her stomach, spreads her cheeks, and slides his cock into her ass. Cherry gasps, bites the cushion, but pushes back for more. He drives into her, steady and hard, while her perfect feet curl in the air behind them. The tension builds until Vince pulls free, strokes himself, and comes across her soles. Cherry flexes her toes, watching the warm mess spread, a satisfied smile at the corner of her mouth.