Good neighbors

Cameron knocks at the door with a plate of muffins in her hands. The neighbor opens it and she smiles, offering the treat, but his eyes go straight to her bare feet. He lingers on her toes, the smooth arch, the pale polish. She notices. Without a word she steps closer, lifts one foot and rests it against the front of his pants, feeling him stiffen under the pressure. He exhales through his teeth. Cameron keeps her foot there, rubs slowly, then sinks to her knees on the hallway floor. She frees his cock, opens her mouth, and takes him deep. Her tongue works the head, lips sliding wet and tight. She never lets the plate of muffins slip from her hand. His breath grows ragged while her foot strokes his thigh, toes flexing, the other foot brushing his balls. He grips the doorframe. She sucks harder, cheeks hollowing, saliva shining on his shaft. Every pull of her mouth matches the steady press of her sole against him, until he groans and comes across her tongue and the tops of her feet in the same long, shaking pulse.