She's Been Thinking About You

Zaya walked through the door still in her school uniform and grinned at Bill like she had been plotting this all afternoon. "Babe, I’ve spent the whole day thinking about that big cock of yours and I need it in my mouth right now." Bill laughed, cheeks flushing, but his eyes dipped to her white-polished toes peeking out of her sneakers. Something about those bright little nails got him every time, made his brain short-circuit. She caught the look and kicked the shoes off, sliding her feet into his lap, warm and soft. He groaned as she unzipped him and leaned in, tongue teasing the head while her soles rubbed him in slow strokes. The sight was too much; within minutes he was gasping, hips twitching, painting her pretty white nails and the arches beneath with thick stripes. Zaya just giggled, toes curling in the mess like it was the best kind of inside joke.