Key to his Heart

Bill gave Allie Knox a spare key to his place. He thought he was just being helpful. She took the hint like a cat eyeing cream and one afternoon she unlocked his door wearing nothing but a smile. He found her in the bedroom with her legs already spread, pussy glossy and inviting, toes wiggling as she stroked them. When he stepped closer, Allie grabbed him by the waistband and pulled him down. She rubbed his cock along the slick lips first, drenching him in her heat, then lifted a foot to press the warm ball of it to his balls while her heel stroked the underside of his shaft. The mix of slippery pussy and teasing toes made him ache. She rocked her hips up until he sank in, tight around every inch, and kept stroking the foot along the rhythm of his thrusts, pinching his nipple with the other toes whenever he moaned. She came with quick spasms that squeezed him harder, flexing her foot against his tightening sac until he finished deep inside her, pushing so hard the headboard banged the wall. They both collapsed chuckling, breathing the same breath, her toes still lazily tracing patterns on his thigh.