Shaved For a Footjob

Ann Marie ran fresh razor over her legs until the skin gleamed. Smooth, ready, meant for something more than just looks. Leslie showed up, eyes locked on those bare feet the moment she crossed the room. The meeting melted fast—her soles pressed around his cock before words could finish forming. She worked them slow, deliberate, the same way she later took him in her mouth, lips sliding down, spit glistening on every inch. When he finally pushed inside her, her freshly shaved legs wrapped tight around his back, feet flexing with each thrust. She never let the pace drop, toes curling, arches squeezing, until the room filled with the wet sounds of skin on skin and the low, steady rhythm of pleasure.