So You're into Feet?

Kara’s toes curl and flex on the edge of the couch. Bill’s eyes drop to them, linger, then he blurts it out—she laughs, low and pleased, and the deal is sealed. Her small, bare breasts rise as she lifts a foot toward his mouth; he starts at the heel, tongue sliding up each soft arch until the nail beds are slick. She leans back on one hand, spreads her thighs, and reaches for his cock with her other foot, gripping, stroking, heel to crown in tight, knowing passes. He groans into her sole. He settles between her knees and eats her, slow laps and hungry flicks while she keeps working his length, toes squeezing, arch rolling. When he can’t wait any longer, he rises, slides inside, still mouthing her toes. The rhythm sharpens; he sucks hard on each toe in turn, then straightens and paints the tops of her feet with thick streaks that drip between them.