Morgan's Toes

Morgan Lee sprawls across the bed, her caramel skin glowing against the sheets. She wraps both feet around Marco’s thick cock and starts to stroke—slow, deliberate pulls, soles pressed flat, toes curling to grip him. Every glide draws a soft moan from her throat. Her toes trace the head, spread to squeeze the shaft, then glide down to cup his balls. Pleasure ripples up her spine and she answers it by rocking her hips against nothing, grinding empty air. She speeds up, heels pressing harder, letting the slick slide of his skin against hers push her closer to her own edge.