Precious teen feet

Juliette knows how to keep eyes where she wants them. Her toes stay front and center—arched, painted, flexing with every shift of her weight. She wraps them around his shaft, strokes slow, deliberate, until his breath catches. Then she climbs into his lap, sinks down, and takes every inch. Her pussy grips, wet and greedy, while her feet stay visible, soles flexing, toes curling against his thighs. When she turns, offers her ass, the view never changes. He slides in deep, hips snapping, and those feet stay right there—resting on his chest, twitching with every thrust, impossible to ignore.