Exotic feet

Mulani Rivera returns to the studio and talks into her phone, her voice light and warm. She wears a thin black top and denim shorts that hug her curves. Her long dark hair falls over one shoulder, and her lips curve into a knowing smile. She sets the phone aside. Her feet catch the light, nails painted red, arches high and graceful. A tall Black man steps in, his skin a rich contrast to her warm bronze. Mulani stretches out on the bed and brings her bare feet to his crotch, pressing the soft soles against the growing bulge. She rubs slowly, teasing him with light strokes of her toes. He undoes his belt. She keeps her feet working, rolling the thick length between her arches until it stands hard and heavy. Mulani leans forward, spits into her palm, and wraps her hand around him. Her mouth opens and she takes the head between her lips, tongue sliding slow and wet. At the same time her feet stay busy, gripping and stroking with each bob of her head. Her breath comes quicker. Saliva glistens along his shaft, running down to where her toes grip the base. She pulls back, strings of spit connecting her lips to his cock, then guides him between her feet again. She presses her soles together and pumps in a steady rhythm, eyes locked on his face. Every flex of her calves, every curl of her toes, sends small shivers through her. Her cheeks flush. She bites her lip and speeds up until his breath hitches and he spills hot across her insteps. Mulani keeps stroking through the last pulses, feet glistening, a small satisfied sigh leaving her mouth.