Perfect Solemates

Cherry Kiss stands under the hot spray and knows Kristof's watching through the glass. Her body looks good, and she owns it. One foot slides up her shin, and Kristof shifts on the other side of the stall door like she just hit him in the chest. The water runs off her skin and she watches his eyes follow every drop down to her toes. By the time she finishes rinsing, he's already hard. She steps out dripping and hooks one foot behind his calf, pulling him closer while her other hand slides straight into his pants. No small talk. She rubs her soles against the front of his shorts until the fabric gives, then finishes the job herself. Kristof groans the second her toes wrap around him, and Cherry just grins. She drags him toward the bedroom and the real mess begins, all slick feet and hands and breathless laughs when she presses both soles together just to see him lose it. He gives it right back, gripping her ankles and pushing into that perfect arch until her voice breaks into moans. Neither one of them makes it past the sheets.