A Tasty Hors d'Oeuvre
Her talented toes drive him over the edge…
Her soft toes gently massaged his thick shaft. Ten delicate digits, nails blood-red, cocooned and manipulated him, forcing anguished moans of desire. She giggled softly, an expression of cheeky delight on her impish face. Slyly, delicately, she manoeuvred to caress his sensitive, vulnerable sac. Her green eyes laughed, as he gasped desperately for air. Returning to his throbbing, thickly veined member, her feet pumped wit...