Foot Amour

Anita Bellini wiggles her toes right under his nose, eyebrows raised like she just dared him to resist. He knows the game—smiles, grabs some oil, and starts working her arches. Every circle of his thumbs sends a little shiver up her legs, and she bites her lip, acting surprised every time. After a few solid minutes of that slippery magic, she slides her foot lower, pokes him in the thigh, and whispers something filthy that makes him drop the bottle. Next thing he knows, she’s yanked her panties off and is guiding him straight between her legs. He sinks in, thick and deep, and her satisfied laugh turns into a breathy moan that says she got exactly what she wanted.