The Agency

Marco wants to work as a callboy, spending his nights getting women off all over the city. First step: get Rayveness to sign off on it. She’s the gatekeeper, and she’s gorgeous as hell. He pulls out every trick he has—licking the soft arch of her foot, sucking each toe like it’s candy, dragging his tongue over the silky skin of her soles. She watches him with a smirk, clearly amused by how far he’ll go. He fucks the crease between her soles, slick and warm, his cock sliding over them while she stretches out like a queen on her throne. Nothing gentle about it. Just raw, sweaty effort and the faint squeak of skin on skin.