Key to his Heart

Bill thought he was just being generous when he handed Allie Knox his spare key. She let herself in wearing nothing but a thin robe and a smile that promised trouble. The moment she dropped the robe, the game was hers. She pushed him back on the couch and knelt between his knees. Her mouth took him slowly, wet and warm, each stroke deeper than the last until her nose brushed his stomach. Bill’s hands tangled in that long blonde hair while Allie worked him with focused hunger. Then she pulled away, lay back, and lifted her feet to his chest. He kissed the arch of each one, traced his tongue along her toes. Allie moaned softly, touching herself as he worshipped her feet, the scent of her skin mixing with her growing arousal. When she could wait no longer she slid down and guided him inside her. Her pussy gripped tight, slick and hot, drawing him deeper with every slow roll of her hips. She kept one foot pressed against his lips while they fucked, letting him taste her skin while he filled her. The rhythm built, her toes curling against his tongue as she came around him, squeezing until he followed with a low groan and spilled deep inside.