Long Thighs

She left nothing but those thigh-highs. Perfect. His eyes locked on her legs and those wicked feet. He had to taste her right then and there. He dropped down and worked his mouth over her toes, kissing and sucking, while he eased inside her and moved slow and deep. Every thrust mixed with another swipe of his tongue across her foot. She moaned. He groaned. The whole thing felt filthy and perfect at the same time.