Loving from head to toes

Tomi had the day free and Gitta on his mind. She showed up looking exactly how he remembered—blonde hair, easy smile, and those feet he never stopped thinking about. French tips. Perfect. He sat back and let her work. Her mouth got him slick and stiff in minutes, tongue sliding along the shaft until every muscle in his legs tightened. Then she shifted, those manicured toes curling around him, gripping and stroking in slow, deliberate pulls. He watched her tease every inch, felt her press down just enough to make him throb. When he finished, the heat spilled across her arches and slid between her toes. It dripped onto the floor beneath them, slow and messy, exactly the way he liked it.