Suzy's Hot Heels

Suzy Rainbow struts the room in her brand-new heels like they’re built for trouble. Mugur can’t look away—those shoes flip some switch in him. He drops, kisses the shiny patent and traces every inch of her perfect little feet until the air feels thicker. Heat crawls up her calves; his mouth follows. Fabric hits the floor fast. His tongue works higher, breath hot, until Suzy’s gasping and reaching back for him. She ends up bent over the couch in those ridiculous heels while Mugur pounds into her hard. Every stroke knocks the heels together, little rhythmic clicks in time with skin on skin, sweat, and dirty laughter. It builds fast and messy. They crash into it together—loud, slick, all gone—all the way over the edge and grinning like idiots when they land.