Passion between the Soles

Sure, people swear pleasure lives upstairs, all neural sparks between your ears. Renato calls that a load of horseshit. He’s pretty sure it lives lower—in the soft slide of Her silken soles gliding over his cock, slow and silky, teasing the whole length while they part just enough to let him peek at the pretty pink arches. She strokes in lazy rhythm, arches curling around him, then slipping free to give teasing little twists at the tip. Pre-cum beads, makes the glide slicker, and she grins every time he bucks against the feather-soft pressure. When the edge finally catches him, his cock jerks right between the arches and he shoots in warm pulses, painting her foot from heel to toes until it drips onto the sheets.