Luck Be a Lady With Smokin' Legs and FEET!

Chanel Preston raises the stakes fast. She slips off her heels and plants those black high-arch feet right under Mickey Mod’s nose. He inhales deep, the sharp mix of leather and warm skin pulling a growl from his chest. Tongue follows nose, sliding up the arch, flicking each toe before sucking the whole bunch into his mouth. She parts her thighs. Mickey drops his face between them and eats her wet pussy like a man starving, while her soles press hot against his cheek. When his cock springs free, thick and black, she wraps both feet around the shaft and strokes him hard, slick with spit. He grabs her legs, spreads them wide and drives in, pounding until the table rattles. Chanel keeps one foot hooked behind his neck, toes curling every time he bottoms out. The slap of skin fills the room. When he’s close, he pulls out, wraps her soles around his cock again, and shoots thick ropes across every toe. She lifts the sticky foot, flexes, and smiles like she just took the whole pot.