Stocking-Clad Nymphet Worships With Her Mouth

Toes painted a glossy pink disappear between parted lips, her tongue swirling around each nail as she moans around them. Fingers dig into the mattress while her free hand grips his ankle, pulling him closer. The bed squeaks under her restless shifting, thighs trembling as she alternates between slow licks and greedy sucks. Stockings bunch at her knees, the elastic digging in with every shift of her weight. His cock twitches against her cheek, but she ignores it—this is all about the feet tonight. A bead of sweat rolls down her temple, her breath hot and uneven against his skin.