Blowjob and Handjob with Cumshot on Dirty Feet 1080p MP4

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I've been scrubbing and tidying every inch of our place since morning, and by the time I'm finally done, my body is humming with that delicious mix of exhaustion and pent-up energy. My bare feet are filthy from moving around the house, the soles darkened and wrinkled from the day. When I pad into the kitchen and catch sight of my man standing at the sink, hands deep in soapy water, something inside me instantly ignites. There's something about watching him handle the chores that just flips a switch, making my pulse quicken and my thighs clench with need.

Without a word, I walk up behind him, pressing my body flush against his back, letting him feel how worked up I already am. I lean in close, my breath hot against his neck, and tell him to turn around. He barely has time to process before I'm sinking down to my knees right there on the kitchen floor, my dirty feet planted firmly on the tile behind me. I tug at his waistband, freeing his cock, already half-hard and thick in my palm. My lips wrap around him immediately, taking him deep into my throat with a wet, eager moan. I work him slowly at first, my tongue swirling around his sensitive head, my hand stroking his shaft in rhythm with my mouth. I love the way his body tightens, the way his hands find their way into my hair as I suck him, teasing him with every slide of my lips, every flick of my tongue.

When I can feel him getting close, his cock throbbing and his hips starting to buck, I pull back with a pop and a mischievous grin. I push myself up slowly, making sure his eyes follow every movement. That's when I lift my feet one at a time, showing off my dirty, wrinkled soles, flexing my toes so he can see every crease, every line. I grip him and rub his cock on my wrinkled soles, the texture sending a shudder through his body. I stroke him faster, gripping and teasing his head, my wrinkes in full view, just the way he likes it.

His breath comes in ragged gasps, his eyes fixed on the sight of his my soles while I pump him. I keep up the rhythm, telling him how much I want to feel his hot cum painting my wrinkled soles. It doesn't take long before he's groaning, his cock pulsing in my grip, and then he's shooting thick ropes across my feet. I watch it land, dripping down my arches, pooling between my toes, sliding into every little crevice.