The Channel of Love

Thomas Stone can’t keep his hands off Sasha’s feet. Her toes move like they know every inch of him. She teases with slow strokes, then grips him tight and rolls him between her arches. He groans, gets harder, and she gives him a wicked little smirk before taking him in her mouth. The silver ring in her navel glints when she leans forward. Her tattooed skin slides over his, every curve full and heavy. She trades foot for lips again, sucks him deep, then slips him back between her toes like it’s nothing. Each switch leaves him dripping. She never misses a beat.