Backstage with Clara G.

Clara and I had not touched in months. I missed her mouth, her legs, the way she tasted when she came. Foot scenes were on my mind, so I called her. She said yes before I finished the sentence. Clara loves toes as much as she loves me. We laughed at how quick it all happened, then we started undressing each other right where we stood. She pulled off my heels first, kissed the arch of each foot, then pressed her own bare soles against mine so we could feel the heat pass between us. Soon her tongue traced every toe, slow and greedy, and I answered by sliding my foot between her thighs until she was wet enough to take two of my toes inside. She rode them while she sucked on mine, hips rolling in that steady rhythm only she knows. We stayed like that until her thighs shook and my foot glistened with her. Afterwards we stayed tangled on the floor, toes still touching, breathing the same warm air.