Feet Served Bare

Toby meets up with the slender raven-haired knockout Alyssa Bounty, one glance at her feet and he’s toast. Her legs go on forever, toes perfectly shaped, soles begging for attention. He dives right in—lips on warm skin, tongue tracing the curve of each arch. She tastes like vanilla and trouble. He kisses the pads, sucks each toe like he’s been starved for it, trails saliva all over the smooth bottoms while she just watches and grins. Every slurp sounds obscene. Every flick of his tongue leaves her foot slick. She arches an eyebrow, almost sarcastic, as his spit drips down her heel.