Pedicured

Stirling's thumbs press firm circles into Evelin's soles, slow and steady. Heat climbs up his chest the more her toes flex, the pink polish catching soft light. He lifts her foot, mouth brushing the arch, tongue tracing a wet line to the ball. One swallow, then he slips two toes past his lips and sucks, low and greedy. Evelin’s giggle turns into a soft moan. She props herself on elbows, watching, then hooks her free leg around his waist and drags him down. He climbs over her, cock hard and bare against her thigh, and the covers twist quick around them. Their mouths meet mid-breath. She grinds up, he pushes in, and the bed creaks under their sudden, open need.