Czech Soles - Secret foot worship

DESCRIPTION: Jack half-carries his friend home—she’s wasted, legs wobbly, head lolling on his shoulder. They crash onto the couch, and she dumps her feet in his lap, out cold. Her shoes reek of vodka, perfume, and something warm, musky—and Jack cracks. Slowly, he peels one off, then the other... her soles soft, tacky from dancing, toes twitching in sleep. He presses his lips to her arch—she mumbles, but doesn’t wake. "Just... fixing the blanket," he lies when her eyes flicker open. Now he’s on the floor, her heels grinding into his nostrils, tongue sliding between her toes. "Mmm..." she moans, clamping his face with her feet. Heaven.