Key to the feet

Riley Reece wears her secret in plain sight: a tiny lock tattooed on her ankle. Anthony already knows the truth. He takes one bare foot in his hands, thumb pressing deep into the arch until her toes curl. He kisses the lock, then each painted nail, sucking until she moans through a smile. His tongue slides between every toe while his fingers trail higher, over the taut line of her calf, the soft skin behind her knee, until they reach the heat between her legs. She is already slick. He licks straight up her seam, slow and firm, then seals his mouth over her clit and sucks. Riley’s hips lift. She grabs a fistful of his hair and holds him there, the foot he just worshipped now resting on his shoulder, toes flexing against his neck as he works his tongue deeper. When her thighs start to shake she tugs him up, guides his cock between her lips and swallows him to the root. Every wet pull of her mouth matches the pulse still beating in her ankle. Anthony thrusts gently into her throat, eyes locked on the small tattoo, the promise he is already keeping.