Sexual Reflexology

Olivia Lua struts into the spa for her private reflexology lesson with me, Jayden Cole, the fiery redhead who's about to blow her mind. I start easy, kneading those lung, heart, and throat spots on her foot—pure magic for the senses. Switching to the other one, I press hard on the stomach, eyes, lower gut points, and yeah, right where it hooks to her pussy. She squirms, feeling every damn bit of it. But my class? It goes way beyond toes. I tell her to ditch the shirt and bra. Boom, topless and tempting. I lean in, plant a hot kiss on her lips. She's getting frisky, but nah, we're not skipping the good stuff. She swears she won't flunk—good girl. I've got a full lesson planned, starting with that foot rub cranked up to vibe her pussy straight. She moans low and needy, loving it. No complaints when I strip off my top, then yank down my shorts and dive between her thighs. I lap at her slick folds, tease that swollen clit, suck every drop of her juicy release. Flipping around, I park my ass on her face while I devour her from above. She eats me out like a champ; I shatter hard, flooding her mouth with my heat. Then I haul her up onto my toned frame. We lock into a steamy 69, tongues battling pussies till we explode together in a screaming, soaking climax.