Tight around the cock

Bill leans back as Britney wraps her feet around his cock, pressing just right. Her toenails gleam green, each toe flexing and releasing in slow, deliberate strokes that keep him hard and pulsing between her arches. She drags the head along the balls of her feet, then slides down again, slick with the spit she just laid on him. His gaze drifts between those painted toes and the wet heat between her legs, both sights pulling at him. She tightens her grip, rolls her ankles, and his breath catches. He’s not deciding between one or the other—he’s taking everything she gives, and every flex of her feet drags him closer.