With Luna Lain!

I'm jogging outside and sit to take a break to catch my breath. The running is hard and I lament training for a marathon. I don't notice the vines climbing over my Adidas sneakers and striped knee socks. My knees are bound and my running shoes are stripped off my feet. How did it bind my wrists? Crying in, I'm overtaken by the pleasurable sensation in my feet. Orgasmic, my feet wiggle as the branches edge me closer to cumming. My reverie is paused when a tree branch is pushed through my highly arched feet and expects a footjob. Whimpering, I can't believe I'm giving... Show more