Juicy foot Emma

Emma Butt walks in tall, long legs, that fat perfect ass swaying like she knows what it’s doing. The rest of her is tight as hell, all sleek curves and sharp edges. She’s smirking already, and you can see why—Leslie Taylor’s waiting, hard cock already out like an offer he can’t wait to cash. She stretches one foot, toes painted dark, and starts slow, tracing it up his thigh until she’s gripping him with both soles. The footjob is filthy—smooth, tight, the kind that makes a man’s jaw drop. Leslie doesn’t just sit back; he flips the script. Tongue tracing from her polished toes, up her calf, biting the back of her thigh, then burying his face deep between her cheeks. He licks her everywhere, rim to slit, and she grinds back like she owns the moment. When she’s dripping and restless she climbs on, takes him deep, and rides like she’s late for something important. Hard, steady, the slap of skin filling the room while she talks filthy between gasps. All of it—footplay, facesitting, deep raw strokes—ends up messy, loud, and exactly the way they both want it.