Backstage for December 2009

She sat backstage in nothing but heels, legs stretched out, painted toes flexing. The blonde ran her hands over heavy breasts, pinching her own nipples until they stiffened. She lifted a foot, turned it slowly, studied the arch, then pressed the sole against her thigh. Her fingers slid down between her legs, spreading herself while she watched the foot in the mirror. She leaned forward and licked the tip of her big toe, tongue dragging slow and wet. She moaned at the taste of her skin. Both feet came up, soles pressed together, toes curling as she rubbed them. She fingered herself harder, legs shaking, foot pressed to her mouth again. She sucked two toes at once, spit running down her chin onto her tits. Every movement was deliberate, hungry, unhurried. She came with her foot in her mouth and her fingers deep inside.