Calendar Girl: Trampling & Squirting

Roxy's had enough. That damn calendar owns her boss's life. She grabs it, crushes every page, and pins Cliff beneath the crinkled mess, heels sinking into his chest. The paper crunches under her weight as she strips to nothing but nude pantyhose. She lowers herself, wet cunt brushing his shirt, then starts grinding her toes over his face while her fingers work her clit through the nylon. Cliff inhales hard, tongue pushing against the mesh that covers each toe. She tears the stockings open at the crotch, shoves a thick dildo inside, and keeps stroking his cock with her still-covered soles. Her legs shake. Then she gushes—hot squirt drenches his suit, dark spots blooming across the fabric. Barefoot now, she grips his shaft with both feet and jerks until he spurts thick ropes across her toes. She slides those cum-smeared toes to her own pussy, pushes, and sprays again, letting the warm mess drip down for him to lap clean while her toes curl and twitch against his tongue.