She grips his shaft with nails a perfect match for her new red shoes. Yesterday they went shopping, spending over an hour in the shoe department of a bustling emporium, she trying on every pair of red shoes in her size, coming away with three pairs.
Their bags are by the door. There’s nothing left for them to do except check out, but she wants to give him something a little special before they go. Her leather jacket is open, betraying the fact that she’s wearing nothing under it. Her denim shorts are tight and barely cover her arse. She sits in one of the armchairs, holding his erection, dangling her leg over the arm of the chair, angling her foot. “Do you like?”
The question is superfluous. The shoes were his choice; open toe, stiletto heel, ankle tie, strips of red plastic forming a lattice across her foot. She prods his denim thigh, wriggling her toes while he reaches down to stroke the cheap plastic criss-crossing her skin. In return she moves her hand slowly, looking up at him, observing how his eyes are glued to her foot.
She knows what he wants, and happily she wants it too. Still moving her hand, she leans forward to place her lips against his bulb, flicking her tongue against it before granting entrance. He lifts her foot, forcing her into an awkwardly feline position, still tracing the red strips on her upper foot.
Adjusting her hand allows her to go deeper, taking more of him in her mouth. Her nipples swell, growing tense and tingly. Another man might by now have grabbed her tits and begun toying with them, drooling over the enticing peanuts, perhaps pinching them. Not him. His fingers stick to their passion, the cheap plastic, his eyes finally drawn to her toes as she wiggles them again.
She removes her hand to provide suction further down, as far as it’s possible to go, her lips tightening around the base of his rigidity. With every inch of his succulent cock in her mouth she takes his free hand and guides it to her breasts. He starts, and then seems to remember that there’s more to her than mouth and shoes. The fingers on both hands tighten, denting her soft breast while he hangs on to her foot for dear life.
Bringing her lips up, she begins to purr. Then she plunges her lips down again, gaining a rush of adrenalin as he grunts in response to the wanton self-violation of her throat. Glancing up at him with her mouth full of his vigour, she sees that he is still mesmerised by her foot and the red latticework, even as his fingers find it in them to tweak her nipple. A finger on his other hand works its way between her toes.