A College Girl's Secret Fetish

Leanne plays her cards right. Feet bare, pale and pretty, she drags them up Kristof’s thigh until the ball of her foot finds the hard ridge beneath his zipper. Slow circles first, just enough to make him bite back a curse. Then she spreads her toes and grinds along the length, feeling him twitch and grow while a crooked little grin plays on her lips. He grips her ankle, drags her down the bed, and spreads her open. One thrust fills her, the slap of skin on skin mixing with the needy gasp that slips out of her throat. She curls her toes against his back, pulls him deeper, and the room fills with the wet rhythm of her bargain paying off.