Luna Dearest!

Adrianna Luna lives for the way a cock pulses under her sole. She presses down slow, long toes curling around the shaft, testing its weight. Each throb makes her smirk. The tip leaks against the ball of her foot, and she drags it along her arch like she’s writing her name in precum. She squeezes harder. Veins stand out. Her heel grinds, then lifts, then drops again, steady rhythm. When he finally spills, it lands hot across her painted toes, thick strands sliding between them. She watches every drop and keeps rubbing, spreading the mess, already thinking about the next load.