Admitting interest

Alan carried his secret for months. Riley never hid hers—bare soles flashing from the sofa, toes flexing every time she caught him staring. One slow night he finally confessed. Relief hit like heat. Clothes came off fast. Her small, dark-haired body pressed close; the soft thatch between her thighs glistened as she stretched out her legs. He knelt, breathing her in. She smiled, slid a painted foot across his lips, then wrapped both soles around his stiff cock. Slick skin stroked, tugged, teased. He kissed every inch, tongue gliding between each toe, and Riley sighed when he sucked. Pre-cum slicked her arches. She kept him on edge, pressing down, twisting, until his breath caught and thick ropes painted her feet. The room smelled of sex and warm skin. They both knew the night had only begun.