Ava's Experienced Feet

Ava doesn't hide her hunger. She leans back on the sofa, lifts one foot and presses the ball against his shaft, rubbing him with slow, deliberate strokes that make him thicken. She adds her other foot, soles pressed together, trapping him in warm, smooth skin while her toes curl and stroke the head. Her brown hair falls over one shoulder as she watches him pulse between her arches. She leans in and wraps her lips around him, taking him deep, tongue working the underside while her feet keep moving. Each bob of her head matches the rhythm of her soles sliding up and down his length. When she pulls back, saliva glistens on his skin, and she immediately presses her feet around him again, gripping tighter. Her heels dig into the cushion, toes flexing, soles gliding wet and slick until his hips start to buck. She smiles, presses the pads of her toes against the sensitive ridge and strokes him faster, determined to milk every last drop.