I brought my lips back to the tip of Kevin dick, letting the last load of cum to fill my mouth. Palming it to lubricate my hand and let it slowly slide down his shift as my wet lips slip over his cock head. You tight ass little bitch. Around the dance floor were those table that stood four feet tall with just enough room to set you drink let alone rest your elbows. Grabbed my Cowboy hat and headed into Dillon. Kevin had taking all of me as deep in his mouth as he could. Kevin commented that he had never had his foot fuck like that before. Over 200 pairs were lined up on shelves along the wall. I pick up the paste; the faster and harder I humped his sweet ass the more Kevin would moan with pleasure and I would sweat. I want to enjoy it for as long as I could. For a soft sole lover like me they were great because it made it easier to see what other people were wearing on their feet.
