Daddy's Lessons in Pleasure - A Collection
Spit dribbled down my foot as he bobbed, eyes locked on mine, watching me unravel.
“Filthy little bride,” he growled around my toe. “Getting off on a stranger sucking your toes the night before your wedding. Bet Tony never does this nasty shit.”
He moved to the next toe, licking the crease between them, nipping the pad until I yelped.
His free hand slid up my inner thigh, fingers brushing my dripping folds but not entering — teasing, denying.
He switched feet, worshipping the left with the same obscene hunger: long licks along the arch, sucking each toe one by one, biting gently on the heel. My feet glistened with his saliva, slick and shiny, the air thick with the wet sounds of his mouth.