The Agency

Marco stood before Rayveness like a man ready to prove himself. He wanted in. Wanted to be sent out to make women come, and he knew she could make that happen. Rayveness sat back, legs crossed, black hair spilling over one shoulder. She let him speak, then told him to show her what he had. Marco dropped to his knees. Her heels came off. He took one foot in his hands and pressed his lips to her toes, sucking each one slowly, letting his tongue slide between them. Rayveness watched him without a sound, then lifted her other foot and pressed it to his crotch. He was hard already. She rubbed the sole against him, silk-smooth skin stroking the length through his pants. Marco pulled his cock out and let her work him with both feet, gripping and sliding, toes curling around the head. She told him to stand. He did. She leaned in and took him in her mouth, wet and deep, one hand cupping his balls while the other stayed on his thigh. Marco’s hips moved with her rhythm, careful not to push too far. When she pulled back, spit trailed from her lips to the tip. Rayveness wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, then told him to get on the floor. She placed one foot on his chest and pressed down until he understood what she wanted next. He took her foot again, mouth open, sucking harder while she watched and decided if he was worth sending out.