Toe Dipping

Nelly Kent walks out barefoot onto the sunny patio, wiggling her painted toes in the grass. Kristof Cale sits there, half-hidden behind his phone, until one sly foot slides up his calf and snaps him out of it. She laughs, low and dirty, as she presses both soles against the front of his shorts. He’s already hard. Moments later she’s on all fours on the patio chair, knees sliding over warm wood. Kristof drizzles lube between her cheeks while she reaches back and spreads them, giving him a lazy wink. She moans when his cock nudges her asshole, pushing in slow until her breath catches and she shivers. Once he’s halfway, he pauses, watching her dark hair fall over her shoulders. “Give a girl some mercy,” she mutters, and he answers with one hard thrust that sets her moaning louder than the birds. He fucks her ass steady, sunlight glinting off the sweat on his back. Every so often he pulls her foot up to his mouth, sucking her toes while his hips keep slamming. She keeps wiggling her foot on his chest, toes twitching in time with every deep stroke. The whole garden smells like heat and skin. Her second climax hits quick; Kristof finishes on her arched sole, hot streaks painting her arches, a grin and a kiss on the ankle his final rude remark.