The Perfect Pedicure

Karissa shows off her fresh nails. Toe tips gleam, painted the same deep shade as her fingers. Clover sits on the couch but his eyes never reach her face. He stares at the way her arches flex when she stands, at the narrow ankles and smooth skin. His jeans tent fast. Karissa notices and smiles, slow and sure. She pushes him back, plants both feet in his lap, and works his belt open. Once his cock springs free she wraps the warm soles around it. The polish catches the light as she strokes, slow then tighter. Clover groans, hips already lifting to meet every glide. She presses the balls of her feet together, trapping him in that perfect pressure, and the rhythm stays steady until he spills over her freshly done toes.