First Class Foot Service: Flexibility Is Our Specialty

Bella Bends and Bella Wilde go down on their knees in front of their head instructor. Lea Lexis has them in a line, toes pointed, legs spread. Every one of them trained in gymnastics, every muscle still twitching from old routines. Lea lifts her foot, presses the ball against Bella Bends’s mouth, and the girl licks like she’s starving. Stockings cling to skin, damp at the heel. Bella Wilde leans in next, sniffs deep, then drags her tongue up the sole until the nylon stretches and shines. They switch. Now Lea’s on the table, skirt pushed to her waist, thighs open. Bella Bends plants a bare foot between those legs, works her big toe past the wet lips, fucks her slow while Bella Wilde sucks on the other foot. The room smells like sweat and perfume and cunt. They trade places, mouths trading spit, toes sinking into each hole, heels leaving red marks on pale asses. Nobody speaks. Just breath and the wet sound of skin sliding on skin.