Backstage of Tired of work

Danny, the handyman, was supposed to fix the leaky faucet. Instead he's on his knees, hands wrapped around Ava's foot like it's holy scripture. The white straps dig soft lines into her skin. He licks between each toe, slow, savoring the way her heel pushes against his palm. She laughs—quick, delighted—and wiggles the toes deeper into his mouth. The moment stretches, sweet and filthy. All he wants is to drag his tongue from arch to ankle until she sighs again. And who wouldn’t?