Getting Ready for Foot Fetish

Nelly Kent answers the door with intent. She lets Toby in, then gives him exactly what he wants—her feet, clean, smooth, and warm from the bath she took just before he arrived. He drops low without speaking, lifts one foot to his mouth and begins licking between her toes, sucking each one like he’s been counting the hours since he last tasted them. The heat of his tongue travels up her legs. She turns, plants her palms on the table, and lets him take her from behind. Toby pushes in deep, past the tight ring, hips slapping against her ass while the slap and squelch of each thrust fill the room. She meets every stroke. He pulls free to taste her toes again, wetter now from both their bodies. She closes the arch of each foot around his shaft and starts stroking him, slow and deliberate, toes flexing around the thick ridge. Toby groans once, shudders, then paints her soles in thick white ropes that slide between her toes and drip to the floor.