Sandy
“God, Sasha, yes, right there. A little harder.”
“You keep talking and moaning like that, and I’m going to stick my d**k in you,” he said huskily.
I giggled, and then I moaned. He dug his thumbs into the arch of my left foot with just the right pressure.
“Your hands are so good,” I said. His chuckle was so deep, and he sounded satisfied.
“You’re on your feet all day, five days out of the week, and then yesterday we viewed seven venues and went to three cake tastings. You need to relax.”
“Mmmm, you spoil me. I’m used to being on my feet. I was a waitress before becoming the manager of a cafe. Plus, I get to sit down and play with animals when it’s slow.”
“Still, you work hard,” he mumbled, running the pad of his thumb down my foot.
“Thank you for this. Work was busy today. S
