Toe Dipping

Nelly Kent steps into the sunshine, dark hair catching the light, and gets this playful itch to mess with Kristof. She stretches her bare feet toward him like she’s daring him to come closer. Soon enough he does. Her toes press against his thigh, tracing lazy circles while he groans and tries not to lose it. They’re sprawled across sun-warmed cushions, her laughter bubbling every time his cock twitches under her foot. Then he flips her, slides into her ass with a steady thrust that pushes the air from her lungs. She reaches back, grabs his hip, and plants one foot on his chest for balance, toes flexing in rhythm with every push. He leans down, sucks on those painted nails, and she giggles through a moan. The day hums around them, skin slick, shadows shifting as he switches between deep strokes and quick flicks of her arch. Every now and then she curls her toes around him again, gentle squeeze, wicked grin.