Foot mania

Tori Black, dressed in a pencil skirt and stockings, sits across from a man whose whole mind is bent on her feet. He watches her cross her legs, heel slipping, arch flexing. She catches his stare and lifts her foot, holding it out as if offering a diagnosis. She peels the stocking down slowly, toes flexing, sole smooth and pink. He leans in. She brushes the sole across his lips and tells him to taste. He licks. She slips her toes into his mouth, one after the other, and pushes until he gags around them. He sucks harder. Tori lowers her foot to his crotch, presses down through his trousers, rubs along his length. He grows stiff beneath her. She unzips him, frees his cock, and wraps both bare feet around the shaft. Her toes curl and stroke, catching the head, smearing precum. She moves faster, heels pressing into his balls. He thrusts between her arches until his breath breaks. Tori guides him to the floor, lifts her skirt, and plants one foot on his chest while she lowers her mouth to his cock. She sucks him deep, spit running, while the other foot slides over his face, toes pinching his nose. When he’s close, she pulls off, brings both feet back to his shaft, and pumps him until he spills hot ropes across her arches. She keeps stroking through the mess, smearing it between her toes, until every drop is spent.