Sneaks up behind him on the couch like she owns the room. White lace stockings drag down her calves as she pins his wrists behind him with one hand. The other? Sliding down her own thigh until her fingers tease open—no panties—while he’s pinned to watch through the slit in those tights. 'Lick my toes first,' she purrs, arching a foot toward his mouth before shoving it deeper into his face. Salty skin against lips, nails scraping the armrest as she rides his tongue like a damn leash. Then—click—she flips him onto all fours without warning. Stockinged knees dig into the cushions as that same foot slaps against his ass cheek twice: hard. 'Now you’re mine.
