Tiffany's New Shoes

Tiffany's got it all figured out. Money, looks, attitude—she wants it, she takes it. Today she's craving new heels and a working man's cock, in that order. She spots him on the sidewalk and has him back at her place before he can wipe the drywall dust off his hands. Shoes scattered on the floor, his jeans around his ankles, she stretches out on the couch and wraps those long, perfect toes around his shaft. Every stroke is smooth, teasing, like she's filing paperwork instead of working a load out of a stranger. He twitches, she smirks, and before long she's got him pulsing between her arches, painting her feet white. She keeps going until there's nothing left to give, then lifts one glistening sole for a quick inspection. Just another day for Tiffany.