Darling's Wet Foot Dream

Darling's eyes are closed, but her body is awake. Is this a dream? Beretta hovers over her, dark hair falling forward, big tits brushing Darling's ribs. Darling's soles twitch in the air as Beretta grabs one ankle, tongue dragging slowly from heel to toes. Darling gasps, hips lifting, blonde hair a mess on the pillow. Beretta smirks, sucks each painted toe, then presses her breast against the sole, grinding skin on skin. Darling's other foot finds Beretta's thigh, pressing hard. Beretta slaps it, then licks the arch, wet and loud. She pins both ankles together, bites the ball of the foot, then shoves Darling's toes into her mouth until spit runs down her wrist. Darling moans, fingers twisting the sheets. Beretta leans in, spreads her legs over Darling's face so her pussy hovers just out of reach, while her tongue works Darling's instep like it's candy. Darling's hips buck. Beretta laughs low, sucks harder, teeth grazing. Darling's toes curl, flex, kick, and Beretta catches them again, licking between each one until Darling's thighs shake. The room smells like sweat and sex. Beretta drops one foot, spreads Darling wider, rides the arch of the other against her clit. She grinds slow, then fast, fingers digging into Darling's calf. Darling whimpers, reaches up blindly, but Beretta slaps her hand away and keeps riding until her own breath catches. Then she slides up, mouth back on Darling's toes, sucking like she wants to swallow them whole while her fingers work between Darling's legs. Every pull of lips, every flick of tongue, every slap of wet skin says the same thing: this is real, and it's only starting.