**Title: A Coffee Date Turns Steamy**

Farah and I had been dancing around this tension for months. Flirty texts, lingering touches, that kind of thing. But today, after grabbing coffee downtown, things finally took a turn. She suggested we head back to my hotel room instead of parting ways like usual. The way her dark eyes locked onto mine told me she wasn’t just coming up for a drink.

The second the door clicked shut behind us, her hands were on my chest, pushing me back against the wall. Her lips crashed into mine, hungry and impatient. I could still taste the caramel from her latte as her tongue slid into my mouth. My hands gripped her waist, pulling her tight against me, already feeling how hard I was for her.

Farah broke the kiss with a smirk, stepping back just enough to slip off her heels. “You’ve been staring at my feet all day,” she murmured. “Think I didn’t notice?”

Heat rushed straight to my dick. She wasn’t wrong. The way her bare toes flexed against the carpet, the red polish catching the light—fuck, it had me throbbing.

“Take your pants off,” she ordered, kicking her shoes aside.

I didn’t hesitate, unbuttoning my jeans and shoving them down, my cock springing free. Farah’s eyes darkened as she licked her lips. “Lie back on the bed,” she said.

I obeyed, settling against the pillows as she climbed up beside me, her sundress riding up her thighs. Then, with slow, deliberate movements, she lifted one foot and pressed her sole against my chest, dragging it down my abs. “You like that?” she whispered.

“Fuck yes,” I groaned.

Her toes traced lower, brushing over my balls before her foot wrapped around my shaft. The contrast of her soft skin against the rigid heat of my cock was unreal. She squeezed lightly, stroking me with her foot, her arch pressing just right against my throbbing head.

“God, your feet feel amazing,” I choked out, hips twitching.

Farah smirked, sliding her other foot up to join the first, both working me now. The friction was insane—her soles rubbing up and down, her toes teasing the sensitive underside. Pre-cum slicked the path, making every glide smoother, wetter.

“You gonna cum for me like this?” she purred, curling her toes around the tip.

I groaned, watching her feet work my cock, her red nails glistening with my wetness. “Fuck, Farah—I’m close.”

She slowed just enough to drive me wild, dragging her arches over me in slow circles. “Cum on my feet,” she demanded, voice husky.

That did it. My balls tightened, heat surging up my spine as I erupted, thick ropes shooting over her toes, her soles, her delicate arch. She didn’t stop, milking every last drop until I was panting, spent.

Farah grinned, lifting her foot to examine the mess. “Good boy,” she murmured, before pressing her cum-slick toes against my lips.

And fuck, I licked them clean without hesitation.