The party had wound down to scattered laughter and empty bottles, leaving Danil and Sveta—ex-lovers who swore they'd never share space again—collapsed in the same bed at a friend's cramped apartment. They spooned by accident, his chest to her back, the heat of too many drinks blurring old boundaries.
Danil stirred first, the familiar curve of Sveta's ass pressing against him. Memories flooded back: how her feet had always driven him wild. He shifted lower, lips brushing her toes, then licking between them with slow, deliberate strokes. "God, these were always so tasty," he murmured to himself, recalling their sensitivity.
Sveta's eyes fluttered open, a moan escaping as she registered the sensation. She didn't pull away. Instead, she rolled slightly, smirking. "Danil, you horny bastard. Still obsessed with my feet after all this time?"
"Can't help it," he replied, tongue tracing her arches. "They're addictive. And you know how sensitive you get down there." Sveta laughed, sharp and commanding. "Sensitive, yes. But I'm not the one panting like a dog. Feel how wet I am already?" She guided his hand between her thighs, her pussy dripping onto his fingers.
Tension snapped. Sveta pushed him onto his back, straddling his hard cock. "My turn to lead, ex." She leaned down for a teasing blowjob, sucking him deep while her toes flexed near his face. Danil groaned, sweating as she took control, her ass grinding against him.
They fucked hard—Sveta riding him with fierce rhythm, her pussy clenching as she came first, then him, cum spilling inside her while he licked between her toes again. Panting and dripping, they collapsed in a tangle.
Sveta traced his chest with a wicked grin. "Round one down, but this party's just getting started."
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