Tread on me!

Cristal finally snapped—Leslie had been glued to that couch for weeks. She slipped on glossy black leggings and a pair of red heels hotter than fresh asphalt, then stepped square on the bulge between his legs. Leslie woke up real fast, tongue already out for her painted toes. Cristal rolled her soles over him slow, stroking until every inch stood stiff as a fence post. He grabbed her waist. The red heels clicked on the hardwood while she guided him in, wet heat swallowing him whole.