...through the bedroom door, she’s already there—kneeling on the bed like she didn’t hear him come in. Blue toe polish glints under the light as his hands grip her ankles. She lets out a quiet moan when he nudges between her toes, fingers tracing circles that make her arch. Then it starts: slow at first, just teasing the arches of her feet before sliding fully into that warm grip. Her nails dig into his thighs when he goes deeper—yes, like that—and she tilts her head back just enough to catch your eye through the crack in the door. The second his hips start stuttering, she knows what’s coming; toes curl tighter around him as cum splatters against those polished digits...
