Striped & Stripped

Sarah's toes curl hard the second Kristof runs his tongue between them. Blonde, blue-eyed, tight little body sprawled on the bed and he's crouched at the foot of it, licking and sucking like it's the main event. Her pussy's already glossy, just from having her feet worshipped. He knows what works: nibble the heel, swirl around the ball of her foot, bite the pad of each toe until she gasps his name into the pillow. Then he flips her, pins her legs up so her feet hover beside her head, and slides into her slow and deep. Every thrust knocks another whimper out of her while her slick toes flex against his mouth again. The smell of sex fills the room; the slap of skin mingles with her breathy, greedy moans. He's grinning at her over her own feet, eyes sparkling like they share a private joke, and she cracks a crooked smile back right before he sucks her big toe all the way into his mouth.