Suck Her Toes

Logan eats Alice’s feet like he’s been starved for days. What a show-off. They sneak under the canopy, get dirty, and you feel like the canvas tent’s about to hum along. She rolls onto her side, then face-down into the blanket; Logan slides in shallow, pulls out, lines up on her soles instead. Tiny toes curl around his shaft, teasing and slipping. Back in the wet, hips slap, back out to those polished nails again—he’s flip-flopping like he can’t decide which feels better. Alice laughs every time the hot tip skims her sole, then gasps when he’s suddenly buried to the hilt. A few slippery foot-jobs later he shudders, spills white, sticky strands all over skin and polish. Both are grinning like they just got away with something.