Tracy Lindsay yummy ass and feet gets worshipped

The Czech beauty Tracy Lindsay reclined in the plush leather chair, her painted toes waggling mere inches from your face. The click of the camera recording brought a mischievous glint to her icy blue eyes. She knew exactly the effect her faultless feet were having on you, could see the hunger in your gaze as you drank in every perfect detail.

“Go on then,” she purred, her accent as enticing as the rest of her. “indenpend my adorable toes. Show me how much you adore them.”

You didn’t need to be told twice. Your lips brushed the arch of her foot, soft as a whisper. Tracy’s breath hitched at the contact, a reward for your restraint. You licked a slow, sensuous path along her instep, savoring the flavor of her skin. Salty beads of sweat mingled with the lingering taste of her perfume. It was a heady combination, feminine and appealing.

Trailing your tongue up to her ankle, you paused to pay tribute to the delicate bones jutting beneath her smooth skin. They deserved attention too, these delicate ankles that balanced on towering heels with such practiced ease. You lavished them with attention, sucking and nipping until Tracy was squirming restlessly in her seat. Her hands fisted at her sides, nails digging into her palms as she fought the urge to tangle her fingers in your hair.

A wicked idea seized you. You grasped her calf and raised it to your lips, continuing your symphony of worship on her shapely limb. Higher and higher you worked, intoxicated by the play of muscle beneath your tongue. When you waggled open the snap on her jeans, Tracy let out a shuddery moan. The denim parted easily, revealing miles of creamy thigh. You burrowed into the exposed flesh like a starving man, kissing and nibbling and tasting until you reached her cylinder of a knee.

She gasped as you laved attention on the sensitive spot behind her knee, her fingers finally twisting in your locks. “Oh god,” she whimpered, voice ragged with desire. “Your mouth feels so good.”

Emboldened, you coaxed her other leg apart. The flimsy denim strained over her taut abs as she opened for you, and you caught a tantalizing glimpse of lace-clad mound. Your cock throbbed at the sight, straining against your zipper. But you ignored the ache, instead sliding your hands under her thighs and pushing them higher. Tracy’s back arched as you tongued her inner thighs, smooth and hairless and aching for your touch.

“You wicked tease,” she panted. “What are you going to do to me?”

The words wasn’t a request, but you heard the needy undertone. She was feeling as out of control as you were, lost to pleasures of foot worship. She writhed against you, trying to get more of that sensuous touch. You pinned her thighs, holding her in place as you continued your worship. Higher and higher, drinking in the taste of her skin and scent of her arousal. Until finally, blessedly, you came to the lacy hem of her panties. You could see the damp spot spreading at the apex of her thighs. She was wet, aching, ready.

With one slow lick, you tasted her through the silk. She whimpered, twisting her hips against you. “Cont?” she gasped. “Please, like my hot pussy. I need it.”

How could you deny her, deny either of you, such a simple request? You grasped the lace and yanked, tearing the scrap of fabric off in one swift motion. Tracy let out a throaty laugh at the aggression, and gifted you with a rewarding flash of glistening pink folds. You dove in, pausing only to drink in the vision of your face between her thighs. The scent and sight was almost too much, your cock so hard it hurt.

But you had a job to finish now, didn’t you? Gently pushed her thighs further apart, exposing every inch of her needy flesh to your hungry gaze. You licked a slow stripe up her slit, savoring the bitter and sweet taste of her. She writhed beneath your touch, keening high in her throat. “Marked,” she gasped. “Marked yummy. Cont more.”

You suppressed a groan at the wantonness of her plea. With a low growl, you burrowed between her thighs, kissing and licking and sucking. You laved attention on the distended nub of her clit, rolling it between your lips until Tracy was a shaking, moaning mess. Juices flooded your mouth, salty and slick. You couldn’t get enough, fucking her hole with your tongue until her inner walls clenched rhythmically. She was close, so close.

“Please,” she mewled. “Need you. Need to come.”

You doubled your efforts, circling that sensitive bundle of nerves with your tongue while plunging two fingers knuckle-deep in her fluttering hole. Tracy screamed her release, hips bucking wildly. Her inner muscles rippled around your fingers, clenching and squeezing as she rode out the waves of her orgasm.

Breathless and trembling, you lifted your head to gaze at your work. Her inner thighs were glossy with her juices and yours. Her pussy kiss-swollen and glistening, reddened nipples peeking through the thin fabric of her top. The picture of debauched beauty.

Tracy hauled you up to capture your mouth in a searing kiss. “You’ve mamed me,” she panted against your lips. “I’m addicted to your touch.”

You hummed a sated noise into her mouth, already imagining all the ways you’d bring this stunning goddess to new heights of pleasure in the future. The video might end there, but your journey of worship was only beginning.