Energetic Sexy Feet

Kimmy peels off every stitch right there in her half-finished living room. She says she wants him to feel the “energy,” so the poor guy is stuck in voyeur-central as her tan skin comes into view. He drops to his knees and sucks her freshly painted toes, then drags his tongue across each soft sole. One lick and he’s hooked. She grins, slides her bare foot over the stiff bulge in his jeans, unzips him, and traps him between her arches. A few slick strokes and he’s gasping her name. Kimmy giggles, pushes him onto the drop-cloth, and sinks onto him. They rut in the dusty open space while daylight pours over them. When she plants both feet on his chest and bounces harder, he loses it—come stripes her calves while she laughs like they just invented the housewarming ritual.