Treasure My Feet

Casey got herself all dolled up for Johnny today, and she wasn't subtle about it. High heels, stockings, the works. The second he noticed, he caught on quick, and instead of staring at her feet like some polite guy at a dinner party, he went straight in. Pulled off one heel and rubbed her arch until she sighed. By the time he slid his tongue between her toes she was already soaked, stockings damp against her skin. He kept going, sucking at her heel while his hand wandered higher, then flipped her onto the bed like he had a checklist. Two fingers inside her next, her toes curling against his chest, and right when she grabbed at the sheets he slid in deep and didn’t let up until her legs were shaking around his hips.