Page 27 - AVN Magazine March 2024

As the scene begins, Luna and Bronson chat quietly, tentatively. “I’ve always wanted to,” he murmurs, as they kiss and she puts her feet in his lap. “Lose shoes,” Mills orders, and the crew slips their shoes off, the better to silently walk on the wood floor. I take mine off, too. I may want to move. Bronson massages her calf, moving down, then up. She encourages him, and he kisses her foot, still in the shoe, then takes the shoe off. Kisses a toe tentatively, looks to her for reassurance. She smiles. Both shoes are off now. He licks, kisses, takes off her anklet, licks up her sole, starts to suck her toes. Her head lolls back, murmurs of encouragement deepening to low moans. He moves his mouth from one foot to the other. No toe left behind. A low giggle as the camera moves in on her face. She pushes down one stocking, he pulls it off, starts mouthing her toes in earnest. She murmurs, mostly unintelligible but I pick out “incredible” and “love.” As he mouths one foot, she tickles his crotch with the other. Two can play this game. She leans forward, they kiss, she opens his shirt, leans back, caresses his chest with her feet. He pulls off his shirt, tosses it aside, she crosses her feet behind his head, pulls him to her. He kisses his way down her torso, pulls off her G-string, mouths into her. She caresses his back with her foot. “C-light!” Vegas yells from behind the camera. The supplementary illumination is retrieved and the action continues. Her hand and one foot are on the back of his head, encouraging him to stay put. He turns his head, sucks a toe, goes back to her clit.
He straightens up, reaches for his fly. She tells him “Take it off” and then starts foot-jerking him, smiling as he moans. “Your body is telling me everything I need to know right now,” she purrs. He holds her feet together and fucks between them until she finally leans forward and takes him in her mouth. “I’d forgotten about this,” she smiles. She mouths his balls, jerking, then goes back to sucking, bouncing up and down, then leans back to foot-jerk him again. He pulls her feet to his mouth, then kisses her, pulling off her bra and kissing his way back down to her clit before inserting as she groans a low “Oh fuuuuuck!” He leans forward, kissing her, then leans back, pulling her legs against his chest and putting her feet in his mouth, which I catch reflected in the windows. It’s dark outside, but it’s still sunny in here.
He sits down. She straddles him, going up and down slowly, then speeding up, smiling as she cradles his head into her chest. Both cameras are on her bouncing ass, they could have caught her smile from over here. One camera comes over to the side to catch her pulling his face into her breasts. He pumps up into her faster faster faster than slows down. She gets up, gets on all fours and he enters her from behind. She moans “Oh yes” as he leans forward to kiss her. Water break.
A quick conference over water bottles about how to conclude the scene. Doggie-to-pop- on-feet is the consensus. Roll. Luna on all fours, Bronson inserts, grabbing her hips with crossed arms. She vocalizes, urging him on. “Cum on my feet! I want your cum, Nathan!” She reaches back, fingering his balls. His face clenched in concentration, he pulls back, aims at her feet as the sound of a train whistle down the hill shatters the silence. “Everybody hear that?” Bronson asks. Everybody cracks up. The tension broken, the cameras reposition, and Bronson delivers his payload on Luna’s feet.