Footsie clubbing

They ditched the club floor the second the urge hit. In the bathroom, Renato dropped to his knees and dragged his tongue along the arch of Donna Bell’s foot. She pressed her sole against his mouth, toes flexing, and every stroke made him harder. She braced against the sink, slid her other foot up his thigh, and watched him shudder. Soon his mouth was between her legs, tongue working her open while she gripped the edge and moaned. She slid down, took his cock between her lips, sucked him deep, then climbed onto the counter and guided him inside. He thrust hard until he pulled out, stroked once, and came across her soles. Thick ropes slid between her toes and dripped onto the tile.