Suck my toes and ask me later!

Puma Swede felt his eyes on her feet the entire meal. The blonde sat across from him in a tight dress, legs crossed, stiletto dangling. Mick barely touched his plate. When she slipped the heel off and slid her bare sole against his calf, his fork clattered to the tablecloth. She pressed her toes into his lap and felt him already hard. She nudged the shoe aside and lifted her foot higher. Mick dropped under the table without a word. His tongue found the arch first, then each painted toe, sucking slowly while she kept her face calm for any passing waiter. Heat pooled between her legs; she clenched, already slick. The meeting was forgotten. She pushed her chair back, unzipped him right there, and took his cock deep, lips stretched, cheeks hollowing with every greedy pull. Her free foot stayed on his shoulder, toes flexing as she bobbed harder, spit running down his shaft while the restaurant hummed around them.