Oily Footjob

Toby's hands work down her back and Sabina's soaked within minutes, hips twitching, thighs slick. She laughs softly, flips around, and swallows him whole, the sound filthy in the quiet room. When she pulls off with a wet pop, she straddles him, riding him slow and deep, toes curling around the base of his shaft on each downstroke. Her feet pick up the rhythm when she leans back, warm, clever little arches and soles milking him until his breath hitches and he spills across her feet, a messy, gleaming arc that makes her grin like she just won a bet.