Lady in Red

Karter's red dress clings like a second skin, outlining the rise of her hips and the slope of her waist before it falls away at the knee. Her bare feet rest on the floor, toes painted, perfect. He drops to his knees without a word. Hands cup her calves, then slide higher, gripping the backs of her thighs while his mouth traces the arch of one foot, tongue pressing into the soft skin. She stays still, only the soft sound of her breath breaking the quiet. He rubs the sole of her foot along the length of his cock, slow and deliberate, the heat of her skin making him thicken. When she curls her toes around the head, he groans into her leg and pushes forward, sliding between the warm press of her soles until he's fucking them in steady strokes.