Isobel knows exactly what we are thinking, and she leans over to beat us to the punch! She leans down to slurp on her own tootsies, popping each delectable digit in and out of her mouth and tounging each pink crevice and wrinkle that she can reach. She flashes us devilish looks as she shines her bright red toenails until they gleam like little wet cinnamon candies and travels her tongue deep in between her toes. When she flips onto her back and delivers a stunning attempt to fill her mouth to overflowing with toes, the temperature goes off the Kelvin scale. She ends by giving us a nice look at...

Isobel knows exactly what we are thinking, and she leans over to beat us to the punch! She leans down to slurp on her own tootsies, popping each delectable digit in and out of her mouth and tounging each pink crevice and wrinkle that she can reach. She flashes us devilish looks as she shines her bright red toenails until they gleam like little wet cinnamon candies and travels her tongue deep in between her toes. When she flips onto her back and delivers a stunning attempt to fill her mouth to overflowing with toes, the temperature goes off the Kelvin scale. She ends by giving us a nice look at her wet soles and her tongue still dripping and wriggling. . .