From the moment I saw TS Sophiie Brazil sitting on the couch, I knew I was in trouble. S I started by slipping her boots off, slowly, savoring every second. Underneath, her feet were flawless—soft, smooth, and finished with the most perfect pedicure I’d ever seen. I held them in my hands, massaging her arches, feeling her toes wiggle, and I couldn’t stop myself from tasting them. Her toes looked so delicious I had to suck them into my mouth, one by one, rolling my tongue over them like candy. I looked up at her and told her I’d give her the most mind-blowing orgasm if she let me keep sucking her toes. She smiled and gave me permission, and I was determined to prove it.
I licked her feet until they were dripping wet, kissing every inch, losing myself in the worship. Sophie moaned softly, loving the attention, and then she took control in her own way—wrapping her wet toes around my cock. Watching her stroke me with her perfect feet while I sucked her toes deeper into my mouth had me throbbing. My cock was rock hard, straining as her toes slid up and down my shaft. It felt so filthy, so intimate, and I couldn’t get enough. Then it happened. Sophie’s body tensed, her moans turned into cries of release, and she exploded—cumming so hard her stomach was covered in her load. Seeing her lose control like that from my worship alone drove me wild. I didn’t need to be inside her; I didn’t need penetration to make her cum harder than ever.
