The Golden Shoes

Tina Kay plants her feet right where they belong around Kristof’s cock and starts stroking like she means it. Her soles are warm and smooth, pressing together around him while her toes do little tricks that make his hips twitch. She’s grinning like the cat who just found the cream, legs spread wide, practically panting because she wants that dick buried in her ass yesterday. Kristof doesn’t wait for an invitation. He flips her, pushes in deep, and gives it to her the way she asked for it—hard, steady, every thrust punctuated by the slap of skin. Tina arches, moaning, feet dangling and curling in the air until he pulls out and paints them white. Thick ropes land across her toes, stick between them, and she wiggles just to watch the mess glisten.