Foursome Walk of Shame - Episode 2

They went out that night in Las Vegas—four of them. After a few hours they climbed onto a mechanical bull, legs gripping hard, hips rolling with every buck. The machine threw them forward and back, thighs clenched, skin damp with sweat. Later, when the others had gone, she lay on silk sheets in the hotel room while his fingers worked slowly over her arches, pressing until her toes curled and flexed. He took her big toe into his mouth, tongue sliding along the pad, sucking with steady pressure. She slid her free foot between his legs, pressing the ball of her foot against his cock, rubbing in lazy circles. He gripped her ankle, guiding her foot up and down the length of him, her painted toes brushing the head with each stroke. Her breath caught when he sucked harder, teeth grazing the underside of her toe. She pushed her foot faster, sole sliding hot and slick over him until his hips jerked and he came across her ankle in warm, wet streaks.