Oiled up

She slicks baby oil across her skin. The bottle pops open. She pours it over her legs in slow, deliberate streams. The oil coats every inch. When he finds her, his breath catches. His eyes fix on her glistening calves, on the shine that runs down to her feet. He steps closer. He needs to feel that slip against his cock. He kneels between her thighs. She lifts one oiled foot and wraps her toes around his shaft. The oil makes her grip glide. She strokes him with steady pressure, heel to arch, then back again. He groans and leans in. She keeps the rhythm. Her foot works him until his breath stutters. She lies back. He slides between her thighs, pushes inside, and the same slick heat welcomes him. She meets every thrust. Their skin slides with the oil. Sweat mixes with it. She grinds up to take him deeper. When his rhythm falters she knows he is close. He pulls free. She lifts her feet again, toes spread. Thick ropes of cum land across them, coating each toe, pooling between them, dripping down the arch. She watches the white streaks on her skin, flexes her toes so the mess runs lower. He keeps looking. So does she.