Alice Maze Offered For Use

Riley drops onto the couch still naked, legs wide, feet planted on the edge of the cushion. “Get to work, bitches,” he grins. Ash and Finn crawl over without a word, park themselves at his calves, palms smoothing up hairy calves until they cup one warm, sweaty sole apiece. They mash noses straight into the arches, dragging in deep sniffs of locker-room musk before they start lapping—tongues long, slow, swirling beneath and between digits that flex and spread under every swipe. Riley tilts back, one hand jacking his half-hard cock, one eye still on them, smirk dark. Ash sucks two big toes while Finn’s tongue slithers into the creases above the heel; Riley’s foot twitches, makes a popping noise, then presses down harder, stamping Finn’s lips flat against ball-calloused flesh. Their faces jostle for space; when mouths brush at the sole joint they kiss quick and dirty before moving back to give equally hard service to the other foot. Riley runs a thumb over the wet ridges they leave, laughs low, taps both slippery prizes against their chins. “Taste sweeter after leg day,” he mocks, voice grainy with sleep and morning booze. He strokes his thickening dick a little faster, heels dug solid into hardwood, the sort that creaks when Finn finally sucks Riley’s whole heel and gags once for good measure.