Only in thigh highs

Alexis stands there in just thigh highs, nothing else, and Thomas loses his goddamn mind. He grabs one foot, drags his tongue from heel to toe, tasting every inch. Does the same to the other. Then he’s between her legs, pushing inside that warm wet heat, hips snapping like he can’t help himself. Every few thrusts he pulls out, slides between her feet instead, using them just as hard. She watches, grinning, like she knew exactly how easy it would be to break him.