Her Tender Sole

Alex Grey looked like she'd stolen the sun and wrapped it around her curves. Pete the photographer kept snapping shots until his camera started to droop. He ditched the lens for the real thing, stepping so close Alex had to tilt her chin. She grinned, slid down, and had him in her mouth before he caught his breath. Her throat hugged every inch, wet and greedy, until his knees shook. Alex popped off with a wink, kicked her feet up on his lap, and wrapped her toes around him instead—light, teasing strokes that almost finished the job right there. Next thing Pete knew, he was driving into her from behind, one hand gripping her ankle so he could suck on those pretty toes while he slammed home. She clenched around him, dripping, and every pump made her giggle like the fun was only getting started. The finale landed where the whole room had been staring—thick ropes across the tops of her feet in one messy, gleaming POV splatter that said, photoshoot over.