Footsie fun after work

Mr. Taylor drags himself through the door after another endless day, ready to collapse, but Nikky is already waiting—freshly pedicured and the tiniest bit smug about it. Her blonde hair’s loose, and her smile says she knows exactly what he wants. She stretches out on the couch, lifts her slender foot, and lets her toes stroke up the inside of his thigh until he’s hard right through his pants. One short tug and the zip’s down; she traps his cock between those warm soles and starts working him in slow, teasing slides. Heat flares every time her freshly painted nails graze the sensitive spot just beneath the head. He can only hiss and buck, but she keeps the rhythm unhurried, enjoying the desperate sounds he makes. A devilish gleam lights her eyes. “Surprise,” she murmurs, and twists her foot just so—right at that moment Mr. Taylor realizes he’d sit through ten brutal meetings for nights like this.