Angelic feet

She kicks off the shoes first chance she gets. Toes sore from the day, slender arches burning for relief. He kneels and works his hands into the skin, thumbs pressing deep. Angell sighs, watching him work between her legs, her eyes darkening as the blood pumps. The foot rubs become deliberate strokes, sole sliding along the length of his stiff cock. She traps it between both feet and pumps, the soft grip slick and rhythmic. Her black hair fans over her shoulders. Each roll of her ankles milks him closer, pressure perfect. His hips jerk once, twice, and the release spills hot across her instep and between her toes.