Feet Lover

Mornings suit Vinna Reed just fine—give her a cock, fresh coffee, and zero alarm and she’s good. Today she wakes the guy the old-fashioned way: kneeling at the edge of the bed so her silky toes can wrap around him and coax every inch awake. Every lazy drag of her sole is an invitation, and her sleepy smile says she knows exactly what she’s starting. Toby gets the message loud and clear. He drags her to the kitchen, spins her around, and bends her over the marble counter without bothering to move the sugar bowl first. One thrust and he’s balls-deep, the smack of hips loud in the quiet room. Vinna giggles into the stack of napkins while he nails her silly, and when her legs start shaking it’s the kind of orgasm she’ll replay next time the kettle’s on.