Socks to make the day

Carmen stretches one leg toward Bill, her toes flexing inside those black-and-pink socks. He catches her ankle and pulls her foot into his lap, thumbs working over the thin fabric. She leans back, watching him grow hard just from the slow drag of her sole along his cock. When he frees himself, she uses both feet, soles warm and snug, pressing him between arches that still smell like clean cotton. Bill groans and reaches for her hair. Carmen dips down and takes him in her mouth, lips stretching wide while her feet keep working him—heels brushing his balls, toes curling over the head. Spit runs down his shaft and her socks catch it, turning dark. She bobs deeper, throat tight, and her feet never stop moving, slick and steady, until his hips jerk and he spills over her toes. The fabric soaks through, hot and sticky, but she leaves them on, letting him kiss the wet cotton as he catches his breath.