Stiletto Goddess

Nikita’s stiletto heels shoved plenty of guys into sweaty, toe-curling bliss, and Danny became the next idiot who dropped to his knees like gravity owed her an apology. He planted sloppy kisses up her arched soles, slathered his tongue over every soft inch, sucked on those perfect toes till his cheeks hollowed, and cradled her dainty heels like holy relics. She repaid the fawning by trapping his aching cock between the silk-smooth arches of her feet and stroking him in lazy, twisting strokes until his breath broke into a needy moan and every coherent thought drained right out his head.