Sweet as Sin

Layla arches her foot across him, slow and certain. Dark hair spills over her shoulders while she strokes his cock between her toes, flexing, squeezing, working every inch until he throbs against her sole. She watches the head swell, then lets the sole slide down to press warm and firm, dragging back up with deliberate friction. Her pussy is already slick, pink lips parted, but she makes him wait. She wants him leaking, panting, caught between the grip of her foot and the heat still waiting inside her.