Feet Exposed

Ferrara only wanted the window open. That's all. But now her pretty feet are out and a foot guy clocks them like they owe him money. She could've tucked them away. Didn't. She flashes him a grin and spreads her toes instead. He dives right in, tongue sliding over the arch, lips locked on her heel. Ferrara's breath snags. Her panties stick to her, damp before he even gets to the ball of her foot. She slides her other leg onto the table to give him better access. He sucks harder. She laughs, low and dirty. Ten seconds later he's on his knees, she's pushing his face between her thighs, and both of them stop pretending this won't end with her riding him on the windowsill. One small motion, window open. Everything after that? Pure, filthy cooperation.