Clumsy Waitress

Jenna's tray tilts. Soup splashes across Tommy's lap. She freezes, then sinks to her knees without a word. Her blonde hair brushes his thigh as her fingers open his zipper. She takes him in her mouth, slow and steady, saliva glistening on her lips. When he hardens she stands, hikes up her skirt and guides him inside her. Her pussy grips tight, wetter with every thrust. Tommy pulls out and drops to the floor. He lifts her bare foot to his face, kissing the arch, sucking each toe while she strokes him with her other foot. The friction builds fast. He spills across her soles. Jenna smiles, already reaching for a napkin.