Fair trade

Chastity stands in pink and yellow, a flash of blue at her ankles. She peels the socks off slow. Her feet are pale, slender, toes flexing like they know exactly what they’re built for. He watches, hard already. She stretches out, soles up, and traps his cock between them. The slide is smooth, almost lazy at first. Then tighter. She works him with both feet until the head swells shiny and slick. He grabs her ankles, thrusts between her arches, and she smiles like this is exactly the trade she wanted. When he finally pushes inside her, it’s deep and relentless. She takes every inch, legs locked around him, feet still wet from what they just finished.