Footsie casting

She walks in with a faint click of heels on hardwood. The photographer motions to the chair. She slips her shoe off, sets one foot on the table edge, toes flexing under the silk of her stocking. The shutter snaps once, twice, then again as she peels the stocking down, heel rising, arch stretching smooth. Fabric pools at her ankle. His lens moves closer. She leans back, lifts both bare soles, spreading her toes for the frame. He slides a finger along the ball of her foot, testing the skin. She smiles, reaches for his belt. When he stands, she leans in, tongue tracing the head of his cock while her instep presses against his thigh. He shifts her onto the table, opens her cheeks, and eases into her ass, the angle tight and sudden. She braces on her elbows, mouth open, one foot curled around his wrist as he drives deeper. A soft gasp escapes her, and the only sound left is the steady slap of skin meeting skin.