Glistening Feet

Carolina Savage moves like someone who already knows how the night will end. She’s barefoot, golden hair falling loose, and she presses the soles of her feet to Kristof Cale’s cock, sliding them slowly until he’s thick and tight against her skin. The tattoo on her thigh flexes when she shifts, her breasts bare and heavy, nipples stiff. She keeps her feet working, arches flexing, toes curling, until he’s rigid and slick. Then she turns, offers her ass, and guides him in. One careful push and he sinks past the tight ring, deeper, until her breath catches. She stays on her knees, rocking back to meet every thrust, while his fingers slide between her cheeks and press inside beside his cock, stretching her further, making her moan without shame.