Foot Allure

Sasha Rose knows exactly what she wants. She sits close to Toby on the couch, tits heavy in her low-cut top, and catches his eye. Her bare foot slides up his thigh, slow and sure, toes pressing into the growing swell of his cock. He watches her and stays quiet. She keeps her touch light at first, heel rubbing along the shaft through his pants, then peels him free and wraps her soles around warm skin. She strokes him in steady pulls, both feet working him, arch curved, red nails gleaming. When his breathing turns rough, she slides onto her knees and takes him into her mouth, lips stretching, tongue wet and eager. She pushes deeper until her nose touches his stomach, throat working around every inch. Spit trails down her chin as she holds him there, eyes watering, chest heaving. She comes up gasping, strings of saliva snapping, then turns and braces on the cushions. Toby stands behind her, spreads her cheeks, and eases into her tight ass. One slow push after another opens her until he’s buried full length. He fucks her with long, measured strokes, each thrust driving her forward and making her breasts swing. She reaches back, spreads herself wider, begging him to keep going. He grips her hips and speeds up until the slap of skin fills the room. When he pulls out, Sasha drops to her knees again, mouth open, tongue ready. He strokes once, twice, and finishes across her tongue and lips, the thick mess dripping down her chin onto her breasts. She swallows what she can and licks the rest from her fingers, never breaking eye contact.