The Foot Specialist

Lorelei Lee craves foot porn the way some people chase dope. She already rules her girlfriend Juliette March, a tiny brunette whose size-five feet fit in the palm of her hand. Juliette kneels in vintage stockings and glossy heels while Lorelei pushes each nylon-covered toe between her lips. She slurps the fabric until it’s soaked, then buries her nose and breathes hard. Lorelei’s eyes never leave her phone. When the male specialist arrives, he moves like smoke through the bedroom door. Juliette’s wrists are looped to the headboard before she can speak. Her bare soles are stretched out and Tommy Pistol goes to work—caning the arches, paddling the balls of her feet, then tickling until she thrashes. Each smack makes her pussy clench around the cock Lorelei ordered her to suck. When Tommy slides in from behind, Lorelei frees Juliette’s ankles just enough to mash both pairs of feet around his shaft. Four pale, sweating soles stroke and squeeze until hot ropes paint every toe and instep. Lorelei smiles like a cat in cream.