Extra treatement

Bea Stiel felt her feet burning in the heat. She wanted a massage, something to cool her down, and when the masseur touched her soles she let out a soft moan that told him everything. His hands moved over her arches, then his tongue followed, tasting the salt on her skin. She arched, spreading her legs, and he understood. He slid inside her wet pussy, fucking her slow and steady while her toes curled against the table. When he pulled out he stroked himself until his cum landed in warm streaks across her feet, thick and glistening. Bea smiled, pressing her soles together so none of it slipped away.