My Mom's New Boyfriend (Part 2)

Elsa's mom landed herself a new stud and damn, the guy is hot. Every time he rubs those toes she watches from the hallway with her lip between her teeth. His hands glide over arches slow, deliberate, and Elsa feels the heat drop straight between her thighs. She imagines her own slimmer, smoother feet in his grip and gets a wicked little urge to wrap them around the bulge twitching under his sweats. Her toes look better—prettier arch, poutier pads—and she just knows how good they'd look sliding up his shaft. She bites back a grin, already picturing the surprised grunt when she curls her fresh-painted nails around him and squeezes. One little foot-job fantasy later and the girl is dripping. The moment she catches him alone, she's planning on turning fantasy into toe-curling reality.