Long-legged Temptress

August Ames sits like the last cigarette in the pack—every curve in that red dress a dare. The shoes gleam at the end of those endless legs, and Bill can already feel the surrender settling in. She slips one heel off, traces the tip of her bare foot along the bulge in his trousers, then peels the second shoe away so both feet can work him—smooth, warm skin sliding in a practiced rhythm that has his hips jerking against the couch. When the need sharpens, she rises, pushes him down and straddles his mouth, letting him taste her until she’s slick enough to take every inch. Bill sinks in deep, fucking her hard and steady, her long legs hooked over his shoulders. He pulls out just in time; August wraps both feet around his throbbing length again, soles pressed tight, toes flexing as she strokes him to a shuddering finish, streaks of cum glistening across her arches.