Backstage for March, 2011

That piano player couldn’t keep his hands on the keys for long. The blonde teen found another use for them. She slid her bare foot along his thigh, pressed her toes against the thick bulge in his pants, and started rubbing until his cock stood straight up for her. Slow strokes, sole gliding over shaft, heel pressing down just right. He let out a low grunt when she curled her toes around the head and worked the slick pre-cum in lazy circles. Later the same afternoon, the masseur showed her his table. Oil glistened on her pale skin. He started at her calves, moved down, then cupped both feet and brought them together around his length. She watched, amused and turned on, as he thrust between her arches. The oil made everything glide hot and tight. Her painted toes flexed every time his cock pushed through, catching on the ball of her foot. He came hard, spurting over her soles while she kept her legs spread and her eyes on him.