Treasure My Feet

Casey Calvert parades across the room in delicate stockings, toes curved like a question mark. Johnny watches her from the bed, already hard. She lifts one foot to his mouth and he kisses the arch, slow and wet, letting the silk grow damp beneath his tongue. Her free hand drifts between her legs. Her nipples tighten under the thin top. Soon she straddles him, stockings rolled down just enough to bare her soles. He slips two fingers inside her, works her open until she drips onto his wrist, then replaces them with his cock, pushing deeper until she moans at the stretch. Later, when she’s on all fours, he eases a jeweled plug between her cheeks, watches her clench around it while he fucks her ass in steady, measured strokes. Each thrust presses her painted toes into the sheets. She comes first, voice high and broken, and he follows, finishing with her feet tucked against his chest, the silk cool on his skin.