Those Amusing Toes

Fresh off her yoga mat, Eveline Dellai feels that all-too-familiar throb between her legs. Lucky for her, Josh Jo strolls in already eyeing her like dessert. He dives straight for her ass, kneading and squeezing every cheek like he’s testing ripe fruit. Eveline shoots him a smirk, then drops to her backside and slides her bare feet up his shorts. Her toes wrap around his shaft through the fabric, rubbing with slow, deliberate strokes until he’s stiff and straining against the cotton. She peels the shorts down, freeing him, and continues the footwork—heels stroking the underside, arches gliding along the length—until he’s throbbing and slick at the tip. Josh doesn’t waste time. He lines up behind her, grabs her hips, and sinks into her tight, ready hole with one smooth thrust. Eveline arches back, laughing under her breath as he sets a steady rhythm, the living room filled with soft grunts and the quiet slap of skin on skin.