Wanna Touch Them?

Kortney Kane caught Keni Styles staring. Not at her face, not at the obvious swells under her top, but at her feet. The thought made her smile. She asked the question, and he took hold of her slender arches like they were the only thing left in the room worth holding. His thumbs traced the smooth skin, pressing in slow circles, learning the curve of each toe. Kortney leaned back, watching him, heat blooming between her thighs as he brought her feet to his mouth. His tongue slid over the ball of her foot, then lower, tasting the warm skin. She pushed her toes between his lips, and he sucked them one by one, saliva glistening in the light. Keni’s cock strained hard against his pants, but she kept him where he was, feeding him her feet until he was lost in them. When she finally freed him, he pulled his cock out and she wrapped her soles around it, sliding them up and down the thick length. The slick friction made him throb. She switched to her hands next, taking him into her mouth, lips stretching around the head, sucking him deep until her cheeks hollowed. Keni’s hand gripped her hair, guiding her rhythm, and she let him fuck her face in short, urgent strokes. He pulled out just in time, painting her mouth and chin with thick ropes of cum, streaks that caught the light and slid down her throat as she swallowed what she could. Kortney stayed on her knees, licking the last drops from her lips, feet still damp from his mouth.