My Mom's New Boyfriend

Chanel Preston's slipped on a tiny red dress—nothing underneath but skin—and she's got those black strappy stilettos buckled tight for tonight. Her daughter's out with her crew, which means the night's finally hers. She's been waiting for this, dreaming of someone down on their knees, worshipping every inch of her gorgeous feet the way they crave it daily. She's strutting that confidence, already smirking, knowing damn well those pretty soles are about to get all the attention they fucking deserve.