Much Needed Foot Massage

Lana Roy sinks into the couch, dress hiked high enough to bare smooth thighs. She squeezes lotion onto her soles, works it between each toe with slow, deliberate strokes. Raul Costa appears, already hard at the sight of the dark-haired beauty. He drops to his knees, takes her right foot in both hands, kisses the instep, then sucks each painted toe into his mouth. Her fingers tighten in his hair as his tongue slides up her shin, travels the length of her leg, and presses wet kisses to the lace between her thighs. He pushes the tiny scrap aside, slips two fingers inside her and curls them until her hips jerk. She drags him up, unzips his jeans, and takes him deep in one practiced swallow. Spit glistens on his shaft as she works him to the back of her throat again and again, hand cupping her heavy tits, thumb teasing her nipples while her mouth milks him. He holds her head steady, hips rolling gently, eyes locked on the way her lips stretch around every inch.