"Why don't you rub my feet?"

Beth finished up her dirty dancing by grinding her bare pussy on Kyle's crotch, facing away and leaning back. Kyle squeezed her tits and pinched her nipples, and she kissed him while rubbing her bare back against his chest. She thought she might make him jizz his shorts, but after what would have been three songs in the club, she swiveled her legs up onto the couch, gave him a deep, sloppy kiss, and slid backward onto the couch beside him until her feet were propped against his ridiculously erect member.
“Wow.” Kyle panted. “What do I owe you?”
“No charge, soldier, unless...” she squirmed her feet against his covered cock. “My feet hurt. Can I get a foot rub?” She put on an innocent voice and batted her eyelashes.
“Sure.”
Kyle's strong hands worked on her sore feet, and she had to suppress groans of satisfaction.
“I'm sorry. Am I hurting you?”
“No, baby. You're doing great... they feel better already.”
“Well... they're beautiful.” He kissed her toes, and continued rubbing.
“Oh...?” she giggled. “It's like that? You're a.... Tarantino fan?”
“Yeah, I like his....oh, you mean feet? Yeah, I like them. I wouldn't say I'm a fetish guy, I just like them.” Kyle smiled. “And you have nice ones.”
“Thank you, sweetie.” She grinned. “You know... my calves...and my thighs...they're pretty sore too...” she slithered towards him... “Maybe you should...move higher.”
It wasn't hard to predict where that line of playful dialogue would lead. From rubbing her feet... to rubbing her legs... to fingering her pussy while they made out... until Kyle's head was buried between her legs, hungrily eating her snatch while she gripped his head.
“Oh...fuck.....” she whispered. “It's been....so long.” Even before their sex life had dried up, Brian had never been more than passingly interested in eating her pussy. Kyle seemed ready to eat it until the sun came up. She came, shivering and bucking her hips against his face, and he just kept right on going. After her second orgasm, there was no stopping what came next.