Foot Therapy Part 1

Wolf Hudson can’t think straight. Feet own him now, every damn day. Dana DeArmond calls herself a sex therapist, but her cure is brutal—she shoves the very thing he craves right in his face until he either breaks or bends. Her worn flats still hold the heat of the day, the stockings cling damp to every curve, and her bare soles flex slow and soft like they already know he’s lost. One whiff and Wolf is on his knees, tongue out, torn between burying it in her cunt or sucking each painted toe until she shakes. She comes hard when he licks deep between her lips, comes again when his tongue circles her ass, and again when he pulls her toes into his mouth. Her feet tell the story—arches tightening, soles wrinkling, toes curling tight with every spasm she rides out on his face.