Feet Haze

Kaylee shouldn't. She knows it. Her mom's boyfriend is off-limits, but the thought of him makes her wet. Jealousy burns hot. She wants what her mother gets, and she plans to take it. Her skinny frame slides across the sheets. She stretches her legs, points her toes, and lets him see what he shouldn't touch. He hesitates, but her feet find him first, warm and insistent. Soft arches press against the front of his pants until he is hard. She rubs slowly, tracing the shape of him with the ball of her foot, then the heel. He gives in. Her toes curl around his cock when he frees it, stroking him in smooth, measured pulls. She sits up, leans forward, and takes the head into her mouth. Her tongue swirls while her feet keep working his shaft, one sliding up and down, the other pressing at his balls. Every movement is deliberate. She sucks deeper, lips stretching, saliva running down over her toes. He groans and grips her ankle, guiding her feet back to his cock so she strokes him with both soles while her mouth stays busy at the tip. She switches between foot and mouth until he is shaking, then lies back again and holds her feet together for him. He fucks the soft space between her arches, thrusts growing harder, until he spills across her toes and soles in thick ropes. She watches him finish, then drags a finger through the mess and brings it to her lips. A slow lick. A quiet smile. The secret stays theirs.