Six Feet Of Marilyn

Ryan Driller can't stop breathing her in. Marilyn Monroe's cherry-red toes, the scent that owns him, has him hallucinating three of them at once. Three perfect bodies, all curves and pale skin, stand over him in cream satin peep-toe heels. Their arches rise high, round heels peeking, thirty painted toes wiggling like they already know what he’ll do. He drops to his knees and starts licking, dragging his tongue up each high arch until the leather squeaks and the air goes heavy with sweat and sex. Their feet press together, toes sliding between toes, the wet sound of sucking filling the room while two of them kiss above him, legs tangled and glistening. When the heels finally come off he buries his face between warm, round asses, tongue pushing deeper while a soft sole strokes his cock from the side. Soon the bed is a knot of limbs, three blondes on their knees, one spreading for his tongue on her asshole while the others ride his thighs, grinding their slick pussies against skin. He ends up on his back, six feet working him at once, toes curling around his shaft, slick with spit and pre-cum, pumping until his hips jerk and thick ropes paint those famous arches white. The room reeks of pussy and foot sweat. One Marilyn guides him into her tight ass while another sits on his face, and the third keeps milking whatever’s left with slow, deliberate strokes of her sole. It’s messy, loud, endless, every hole and every arch used until no one can tell whose moan belongs to who.