Foot cream

Serilla rubs the cream between her toes. She works it slowly across each arch, watching the shine spread over her pale skin. Her black hair hangs loose down her back as she leans forward. Her lingerie clings to her small breasts while she lifts one foot higher to let the light catch the glossy film. The man watching her already has his cock in his fist, breathing heavier with every stroke. She dips her other foot into the open container, drags it through what’s left, then presses both feet together so the mixture streaks across her soles. He moves closer. She raises her legs, soles offered, and he aims between them. Thick ropes land on her skin, hot and heavy, running in thin trails toward her ankles. She spreads the fresh load with slow, careful fingers, pressing the warmth into every crease. The light catches the wet sheen again, now brighter, thicker. She tilts her head, lips parted, and watches the last drops settle before she begins to work them in once more.