Head for Heels

Desire starts at the heel.
Ana knows exactly what Antony craves—and she delivers. A new pair of stilettos. A sultry onesie. One look, and he's already kissing her breathless against the kitchen counter. What follows is fast, filthy, and full of fire: oral pleasure both ways, a wild fuck that spills from counter to couch, and heels that stay on the whole time. No games. Just pure, high-heeled lust.