Simony's horny!

Simony needs it bad, and her feet say it first. Bare soles slide over denim, slow strokes along the hard line trapped beneath. He stays on the line, voice steady, yet every slow press of her heel makes his answer falter. When the call ends, he sets the phone aside and reaches for her ankle. She lets him lift the foot, toes flexing, painted nails catching light. His mouth finds the arch, then the sole, tongue dragging heat across skin before he slides his cock between her arches. She grips him tight, heels pressed together, soles warm and slick. He thrusts once, twice, while her toes tease the head with each stroke. She watches him harden further, watches the flush climb his neck. Then she bends low, lips parting, and takes him deep, tongue circling the crown as her feet stay busy at his balls. Every pull of her mouth matches the flex of her toes until his breath breaks and his hand finds the back of her head.