HOT BLONDE NURSE FOOTJOB EXPLOSION
Twelve hours on her feet, and now they're wrapped around his cock. She's the kind of nurse who makes a man forget what he came in for...stunningly beautiful, all blonde hair and cool blue eyes and a body that fills out that tight white uniform in ways no hospital board ever intended, that little cap perched on her head and that smile that says she already knows exactly what she's going to do to him; she looks like she should be on a poster, and instead she's standing at the foot of his bed. She props both soles up right where he can see them, soft and warm, ten toes painted a red so bright they nearly glow against the sheets, smooth legs and the short uniform skirt riding up her thighs as she settles in. "Look at them," she says. "Look at my pretty nurse feet" Then she gets professional about it...sits down at the end of the bed, puts both feet on him, one either side. She slides them slow, both together, dragging the full length and squeezing at the top, narrating every inch of it: how hard he's gone already, how wet the head's getting, how much of a mess he's making on her arches. She lies back with her legs in the air and the view is obscene...that beautiful face, her toes curling and spreading and curling again right up in front of him... heel to toe, slow, slower than before. "You're close. I can feel you twitching under my foot. Don't hold on for me. Let go. I want it all over my toes." And he explodes, rope after rope of warm sperm across her arch and down between her toes and over the side of her heel, and she keeps it there, keeps working it, keeps telling him to look at the mess he's made of her pretty feet. Covered. Absolutely covered. She finishes sitting there letting it dry on her toes, that beautiful face tipped to one side like she's admiring her own work, then says, casually, like it's nothing: "Same time next week?"