Transfixed Update - Put Your Feet Up

Izzy Wilde drags her tired ass upstairs after a long day, feet throbbing inside those stupid heels, yelling for Tommy. She finds them sprawled across the bed like a lazy cat. "You're home early!" Tommy says, eyes lighting up. Izzy groans that she couldn't take it anymore—she'd have died if she stayed on her feet another hour. Tommy smirks. "Got just the thing." They hop up, scramble around, and return with a plastic tub sloshing with warm water and some fancy bubbles. Tommy peels off her shoes first, then the sheer stockings, stopping to kiss each foot like it's something worth praying to. They slip Izzy's aching soles into the soapy water, fingers working knots out of her arches until her eyes roll back. Tension crackles. Pretty soon Tommy's got her big toe in their mouth, sucking slow and deliberate while Izzy watches and laughs under her breath. Her damp feet slide down Tommy's chest, smearing soap across warm skin. One thing leads to another—one minute they're giggling on the bedroom floor, the next clothes are flying and the "foot massage" has turned into something way steamier, sticky, and satisfying.