Fix My Feet

Vicki Chase looks straight-up gorgeous, and those slender little feet of hers are dangerously hot. Erik the plumber clocks them the second he steps into the house—she catches him staring and smirks. Game on. She keeps catching him looking, then swings her bare feet up onto the couch and wiggles her toes, daring him closer. Erik drops his tools, drops to his knees, and starts massaging, thumbs pressing deep into her arches while she stretches out like she owns him. Soon her soles glide up his thighs, and his cock springs free, thick and throbbing. Vickie wraps both feet around him and starts stroking—slow, deliberate, then suddenly fast, slick with spit she keeps dribbling down. Her toes spread, grip, twist, and his hips buck in rhythm. She laughs, low and filthy, when precum leaks all over her insteps. Erik growls, grabs her ankles, fucks her feet harder. Two minutes later he paints her pretty toes white; she smears it between them, then brings one foot to her lips, tongue flicking the mess like it’s dessert.