Creamy

My guy loses his damn mind the second my legs are in play. Catch him looking at the wrinkles along my soles like they’re his favorite snack. When he’s inside me, deep strokes coming slow and steady, he’ll lean down and suck my toes like he’s trying to win a prize. The slurping sounds mix with our breathing. I tilt my hips and feel him twitch every time he pulls one toe between his lips. After he finishes, I get the encore: he pulls out, scoops warm spunk onto the tops of my feet, and starts rubbing it in with the still-hard length of him. Smears it between each toe, the heat of it cooling fast but the pressure still sweet, and the little smile he gives me says he’s proud of the mess.