Feet Lovers

Kate grabs Zazie’s foot like she owns it. Her thumbs dig into the arch, slow and heavy, working the sole until the toes curl. She slides a little toe past her lips, sucks hard, tongue sliding between each digit. Perfect feet, she thinks, wet already. She climbs higher, straddling Zazie’s hip, pressing their mouths together. Tongues meet, slick and hungry, fighting for space. Spit glistens on their chins. Kate’s hand slips down, finds Zazie’s clit, rubs it raw through the thin panties. The blonde tears the fabric aside. They pivot fast—Kate’s mouth replaces her fingers, sucking the swollen nub, eyes locked upward as Zazie’s face twists in pleasure. The blonde’s thighs shake. Close-up: Zazie’s bare pussy, flushed, clit standing out, Kate’s spit running down the crease. Zazie wants payback. She flips Kate onto her back, nails raking down slim thighs, then dives between her legs, lapping hard at the tiny brunette’s cunt. They twist into a sixty-nine, mouths locked on wet flesh, fingers buried to the knuckles. Gasps turn to moans, moans to screams. Kate comes first, hips jerking, nails clawing the sheets. Zazie follows, trembling, then collapses beside her. They kiss again—slow, lazy, spent—sticky hands roaming each other’s bodies until the sweat cools.