Nylon-clad Pleasure

Blanche knew exactly how to swing her perfect feet and drive a guy crazy. Those long toes and soft soles weren’t just pretty—they worked like weapons of mass seduction, and she never hesitated to pull the trigger. Toby had crawled right into their spell ages ago. Not that he minded the cuffs. The shackles came wrapped in silk, dripped honey, and squeezed out orgasm after blissful orgasm every time those feet brushed over him.