Pink pussy

He liked pink pussy, sure. But her toes were even better. Small. Pink. Cute as hell. She knew it too, the way she slipped off her heels the moment the door closed. He watched. She flexed, stretched, ran one foot along the edge of his desk. He reached without asking. She smiled and lifted her leg higher, heel to his chest, toes brushing his mouth. He kissed each one, slow, then sucked the smallest into his mouth. She giggled, low and warm. Later he had her on the couch, skirt pushed up, knees wide. He drove into that tight, slick cunt while her bare feet rested on his shoulders. She kept one foot free so she could brush it across his face, rub her sole against his lips while he fucked her harder. He came with her toes between his teeth. She held still until he finished, then wiggled them free and tucked them back into her shoes like nothing happened.