Wish I Could Have Benji's Girl

Nina North got home horny and fresh with a brand new mani-pedi she couldn't wait to dangle in front of her guy. Her tiny painted toes shone like candy; she walked around barefoot, wiggling and flexing right under his nose, wanting to feel a warm tongue slide between every pink digit. He had a buddy over who'd been drooling over her sparkly heels and sleek soles since she strutted in, and those compliments hit her like lighter fluid. Nina let her bare foot creep under the table, dragged her arch slow across the stranger’s lap, felt him get rock hard against her heel. When her boyfriend left for his shift, she flat-out grabbed what she’d been jiggling for: thick cock in her grip while the friend, alone now, cracked a filthy grin and dropped to his knees to taste toe and foot like it was his only meal. He sucked and bit and slobbered, and Nina rode the whole filthy grind—nails pressing hard into skulls, legs splayed, moans loud enough to wake the street. The surprise evening session ran till her soles were sticky with cum and spit, the taste of black cherry polish still on both men’s mouths.