Red Shoes #4

She has her feet up and her legs parted. Her skirt’s up round her waist. Today she’s doing things properly, using a ribbed pink vibrator to administer pleasure to herself. As always, whenever he glances at her, he’s not looking at the spot where the toy teases out a trickle of moisture, but at the red lace-up ankle boots on the dash.She senses movement and hears the sound. “Where are you going?”He doesn’t answer, but pulls off the main road. They’re on a country lane passing through undulating fields. She tries again. “We’ll be late.”“There’s plenty of time,” he says, navigating two sharp bends before finding a place to pull over. “Take off your boots and get out.”“I hope you’re casino siteleri not planning on leaving me here.” But she knows he isn’t. Of course he isn’t. Reluctantly she puts the toy back in the glove compartment before removing the shiny footwear, wishing the ground was a little softer on her bare feet as she stands by the vehicle.He rounds the car, running his eyes up and down her for a minute. Her top is cut low, and he can easily yank it down, exposing her breasts to the bright sunlight. The black, faux-leather mini-skirt is quickly dispatched. There’s a sound from the field in front of her. “I think we might be scaring the sheep,” she smiles.There’s güvenilir casino no reply. He’s reaching into the car to bring out the red ankle boots. Having used the laces to tie them together, he hangs them round her neck. His mouth is inches from hers and she leans forward, but he ducks away, planting his lips not on her mouth, but on red leather.“Baa-aaa-aaa!” one of the sheep says.She giggles. “See, even the sheep think this is weird.”There’s no reply; his lips busy with the red leather. He’s such a kinky sod, but somehow this perverse attachment to her footwear is a turn on for her. Fingers meet snatch, so that she can pick up where she left canlı casino off with the toy. She checks his face for the signs of rapture as his lips touch the tapered heel. Then she checks the bulge in his trousers, wondering how he can bear to keep it inside.“Baa-aaa-aaa!” The sheep are moving gingerly towards the barbed wire fence. She scans the area, seeing no signs of human life.“I won’t faint if you take your cock out,” she says. “But I can’t vouch for the farm animals.”She rubs two fingers against her clit, watching him extract his swollen girth. At this point any normal man would spin her round and roger her from behind up against the car. Knowing that he’s not a normal man, she grabs the red boots, angling them so that sharp heels meet hard nipples. She watches his Adam’s apple, the way he swallows hard. Oh yes, he’s loving it! He leans in, his lips caressing the red leather as she continues the coarse treatment of her hard nubs.