Foot Freaks

She peeled my costume down slow. Her tongue took my nipple first, then her mouth closed hard and stayed there. I arched. When I switched places I sealed my lips around her tits and sucked just as fierce. We moved lower without ceremony. Hands slid, slick. Tongues followed. She tasted mine, fingers filling me while her mouth stayed greedy. I took turns with her the same way, relentless until the air around us thinned. Feet came next. I rested mine on her stomach, toes flexing, and she kissed the arch before she licked along each joint. My other foot slid down and rubbed her until we didn’t have to ask. When her toes entered me it was sudden—cool, precise—and mine answered, finding her too. The rhythm set in, toes sliding, curling, stroking until we caught each other again. I needed the next one already.