The Pedicure

Amirah moves her feet slow. Toenails polished, soles flexed, each toe painted dark. Lutro watches her from the edge of the bed, hard already. She stretches one leg out, brushes the head of his cock with the ball of her foot, then draws the length of him between her arches. Her skin is warm. He leans forward and catches her ankle, kisses the inside, works up to the calf. Amirah keeps the other foot busy, pressing, sliding, never giving him full pressure until she wants to. She sits up, tits small and bare, nipples tight. One hand wraps around his cock and she leans in, takes the head in her mouth, sucks once, then again, deeper. Spit runs down his shaft and she catches it with her tongue before letting him slip free. Lutro pulls her forward by the hips, flips her onto her back and spreads her open. She’s slick, already wet, folds pink and swollen. He pushes in, fills her in one long stroke. Amirah’s toes curl against the sheet. He fucks her steady, balls tapping her ass, her cunt gripping every time he bottoms out. When he pulls out, thick strings of come land across her stomach, her chest, one rope catching the curve of a small breast. She drags two fingers through it, brings them to her mouth, sucks them clean while her feet rest against his thighs.