Foot Whore

Bill wakes up with a heavy head and a busty blonde already in his sheets. The night before is a blur, but her body isn’t. He figures it would be pointless to waste the morning, so he pulls his cock free and pushes it past her lips. She takes him deep, tongue working over every inch while her painted toes press together, inviting his hands lower. He grips one slim ankle, rubs his thumb across the arch, then slides inside her again. Her feet stay in play—heels pressed to his chest, soles brushing his stomach as he thrusts. She arches, offers more, and he leans in, tasting the faint salt of her skin between her toes while he fucks her harder.