Lora Cross Executrix Footjob to Poor Flavio

Flavio never saw it coming—but he should have. The agency warned him about Lora Cross, the blonde bombshell with a body built for distraction and a record of missions completed with minimal clothing. She finds him lounging, smug, and weak to temptation—especially when it comes to feet. Lora leans into it, slipping off her heels, letting her soles stroke him slow, teasing and curling her toes around his cock while whispering lies and promises.

By the time Flavio’s moaning and desperate, Lora’s already climbing on top. She straddles him in full cowgirl, planting her hands on his chest and riding him hard, slow at first—then fast, grinding, relentless. He thinks he’s in heaven. He doesn’t realize she’s already completed the hit. Mission: pleasure, penetrate, eliminate. By the time he finishes, so does she—leaving nothing behind but sweat, a smile, and a pair of abandoned heels.

She came. He came. He’s gone.