Feet Heat

The air clings hot and heavy. Kagney sprawls in the shadows, that wicked little smile on her face. A cold bottle of water tilts above her, and she lets the stream pour across her skin. The icy trail runs over her full tits, turning her thin top see-through, until her nipples press hard and wet against it. Lower, the water slips down her flat belly, soaking the crotch of her shorts until they cling like a second skin. One quick tug and the damp fabric slides aside, baring the smooth, flushed swell of her pussy. She points the bottle at her feet next, letting the water stream over her arches and between each slender toe. They curl, gripping at nothing, slick and shining. Kagney arches her back, lets the soaked shirt ride up, and spreads her thighs a little wider. Every move is slow, taunting. She knows exactly what she’s doing.