Brandi Love

Brandi Love had been working those convention booths in her bright red fuck-me heels all day and her feet were killing her. She told the Hubs she was heading home for a foot rub from her boytoy Rob. Hubby didn’t blink—he knows the score. Rob shows up right on time and takes over. Big, young, half her age, and already pitching a tent when he gets a look at her aching arches. He strips off those heels, grabs her size seven-and-a-halfs, and starts kneading them with his strong hands. She moans, half from the relief, half because his thick dick is already straining against his fly. Two minutes later her soles are wrapped tight around that shaft. Rob fucks them slow and mean, warm skin squeezing him on every stroke, then he drops down and laps at her wet pussy like he’s starved for it. When he straightens up he pushes inside her snatch and pounds, hips slapping skin, before pulling back out to slide his cock between her feet again. Back and forth they go—pussy, feet, pussy, feet—until he grunts and spits out a thick, heavy rope of cum that paints every inch of her pretty soles and freshly pedicured toes. Brandi’s still smiling when Rob gets hard again five minutes later. Round two coming right up.