Backstage of Tired of work

Danny's had it with the job. Ava's had it with waiting. One glance at her heels and his focus shifts. She stretches out, sandals gleaming against smooth skin, and he moves closer. His hands cup her feet. His lips find her toes. Slow at first. Then greedy. She watches him work her soles, every lick and press of his mouth giving him away. She parts her legs just enough to show what's waiting. Fingers slide between her thighs. She rubs herself while his tongue traces every inch of her arch. She moans low. He doesn't stop. Neither does she.