Footsie nurse

Antynia Rouge checked on Matt Bird. The fever barely registered with him. All he saw were her legs and her feet. His hands moved before his mouth did. He touched, then showed her what it did to him. Soon her toes were in his mouth. He sucked each one, slow and wet. She pressed her soles together and took him between them, stroking until he was slick and throbbing. He pushed deeper, sliding between her arches, fucking her feet while she watched with a small smile. She leaned in, took him in her mouth, and kept working him with both—her tongue on the head, her feet still wrapped around the shaft. Every inch of her skin stayed in contact until he finished.