She kneels over his lap, stockings pulled tight. One hand grips his thigh, the other steadies herself on his knee. He watches her tongue trace each toe, the arch, the pad. Slow flicks turn to full licks, her head tilts, chin dips. No gag reflex in sight. She moans into his sole, breath hot, spit glistening. His cock twitches against her thigh. She doesn’t stop. Doesn’t care. Just tongue, teeth grazing, wet smacking sounds.