Can You Feel It

Ivory has turned her space into a pedicure salon. Indie walks in and slips off her shoes. Ivory takes her feet and works them slowly, thumb tracing the arch, fingers sliding between each toe, pressing into the pad of the sole until every tense spot gives way. Indie watches her, then asks about the deluxe service. Ivory answers by lifting Indie's foot straight to her mouth. Her tongue slides warm over the toes, sucking one after the other until they glisten. Indie feels the heat flood through her. She reaches up, pulls Ivory close, and they kiss hard. Clothes drop fast. Soon Ivory is straddling Indie's face while her own mouth works between Indie's legs. Fingers find slick heat. Ivory slides two toes inside Indie, curling them in time with her tongue, and Indie moans against her. They roll, scissor, hips locked, thighs shaking, skin slapping wet as they grind until neither can hold back.