Ms. Fortune: Date 3 Finale. (Patreon)

Fortune howls melodically and continuously as you pump her privates full of love. Her explosive and wet org@sms increase in frequency, length and intensity until they begin to overlap into minutes of continuous ecstasy. You feel it too. She's so wet and t!ght that it barely feels like you are wearing a prophylactic at all. You pull out a couple times to make sure the c0ndom is still in tact.

     Fortune's arrous@l is heightened by the sight and feel of her toes in your mouth. Looks like fun. She thinks to try it for herself. Now both of her feet get to experience intense and well-deserved worshiping.

     She gets both of her legs behind her neck and splays her toes like a second set of ears. She can tell this has you going as you grunt from minutes of edging, and starts working you with her hand.

She can feel you pulse inside of her as you start to leak. She massages her bre@sts, then pinches her n!pples tightly to heighten her k!nky pleasure even more.

      Miss Fortune looks you dead in the eye and gives you two options. You can come inside her with the comd0m on, or you can come on her feet with the barrier removed. You offer up another spicy alternative and she lights up with widened eyes in excited response, nodding her head in agreement.

     You summon the last of your stamina reserves and swivel your hips into her as fast as you can. You hear her sweaty butt cheeks slap against you rhythmically over the din of her ecstatic howls. She begs you to come inside of her, secretly hoping the condom breaks and wanting to have your baby, and you happily oblige. You fire off salvo after salvo of hot spunk into her. It takes a full minute to drain you completely. You pull out and stand over her. MF stares in awe at what seems to be a water balloon attached to your tip. She can't help but play with it. She clutches the warm, squishy globe with impossibly beautiful bare feet. She can't help herself. She intentionally pops your bubble with a pointy toenail and you explode all over her soles.

     MF leans in to grant you a wide, deep open-mouth kiss before giving you one hell of a foot self-worship show as she laps up your leavings.