Footsie Reunion

Bill and Karla ran into each other in the park. They had gone to school together, years ago. She invited him back for a drink. One drink turned into two, then the rest of the afternoon became something else. On the couch, Karla slipped off her shoes and propped her bare feet in his lap. Her toes traced the line of his cock through his trousers, slow and deliberate. When she opened his fly and drew him out, the same toes wrapped around his length, squeezing and stroking until he was fully hard and slick. She moved lower, took him in her mouth, sucked him deep while her feet stayed busy. One heel pressed against his balls, toes flexing, then sliding back to grip his shaft again. Bill groaned and thrust into her throat. Karla hummed around him, lips stretched tight, saliva running down her chin while she worked him with both mouth and feet in steady rhythm. He warned her once. She kept going. When he came, the first thick spurt hit her tongue, then another painted her lips and cheek. The rest sprayed across her breasts and belly in heavy ropes. Karla kept stroking him through it, milking every drop until his cock lay wet and spent against her instep.