Happy birthday!

Happy birthday, Leslie. Liz stretches her legs out across the sheets, feet glistening with cake and frosting, toes painted black. She smiles as you lean in. The first lick catches the cream between her toes. She flexes, pressing the arch against your lips, and the sugar melts on your tongue. You suck each toe clean, slow, deliberate. Liz watches every move, heels flexed, soles warm. You follow the last streak of icing down to her heel, mouth full, working until nothing sweet remains. She lets out a soft sound when your tongue slides between the toes again. Clean, wet, and perfect.