Toe licking garden pleasure

Aleska's a troublemaker and she knows it. Zack's standing there fooling with the pool filter when she cuts through the bullshit. "Stop splashing around and eat some ice cream already," she says, hips cocked, legs shiny. He ignores her, but she's built for persistence. Five minutes later he's on his knees, tongue working vanilla streaks off her thighs like it's his job. She giggles, lifts a foot, and he sucks each painted toe without being told. The ice cream drips lower. Aleska smirks, plants both soles around his cock and starts stroking, slow at first, then quick, firm, soles squeezing every vein. He throbs, slips, and the next second she's on her back with her ankles locked behind his neck while he pounds into her. Hard. Deep. She keeps one heel pressed to his chest the whole time, directing the rhythm like she's the boss, and maybe she is.