Czech Soles - Lazy evening foot worship

DESCRIPTION: Katty lounges on the couch, flipping through a magazine while her flip-flops snap against her soles with infuriating laziness. Jack stares fixedly at the TV—liar—his jaw tight as her toes tease the straps, flashing glimpses of peach-soft arches. Clack. One sandal drops. Clack. The other. Now her bare feet—size 7US, polished in crimson—dangle just above his thigh. She watches his grip tighten on the cushion, the way his breath hitches when her pinky toe "accidentally" grazes his jeans. "You okay over there?" she finally murmurs, dragging her sole along his leg. "Or... is this exactly where you want to be?"