Imagine, Monique, a beautiful blonde who had already had herself immortalized for her husband once before, came to my shoot. This time she was even more relaxed, it almost looked like she was looking forward to more than just a photo shoot. As soon as she arrived, she gave me that mischievous smile and said: "I hope you'll tickle me again with your cock on my feet, last time it was perfect." As she finished, my cock made itself known and got properly erect.

Monique lay down on the sofa, stretched her legs and I started. She was wearing very nice heeled boots and black swe...

Imagine, Monique, a beautiful blonde who had already had herself immortalized for her husband once before, came to my shoot. This time she was even more relaxed, it almost looked like she was looking forward to more than just a photo shoot. As soon as she arrived, she gave me that mischievous smile and said: "I hope you'll tickle me again with your cock on my feet, last time it was perfect." As she finished, my cock made itself known and got properly erect.

Monique lay down on the sofa, stretched her legs and I started. She was wearing very nice heeled boots and black sweaty stockings. I took her shoes off. The smell of her sweat wafted into my nostrils and I couldn't get enough of it. I gently stroked her feet, occasionally tickling her lightly, and her soft laughter was like music. You could tell she was enjoying it. "You know," she told me, "I love this. My cock rubbed lightly against her feet. Finally, I put a big load on her soles and Monique said to me, "I'd like to lick it all off." I enjoyed it a lot, and I don't think I was the only one. With Monique, every shoot is a little holiday.