Chapter 294 The Tourist Trap(Erotica):>Ep18

• As Will neared tentatively, Quinn thought of her husband. She had hardly thought of him so far, other than to reassure herself that he would forgive her for everything she had done here. If she could just explain how her clothes were stolen, how she was coerced into a collar, and dominated against her will - she had been sure he would consider her the victim. Now it was different, Quinn wasn't helpless, she was complicit. She wanted it. Worst of all, it was Will - her oldest friend - crossing this line into intimacy with her. It was unforgivable. The taboo of it made the moment all the more electric, Will kneeling slowly as she lifted her foot to him, trying to hold it steady despite the offensive cold. She looked up at him with fearful wanting eyes as his skin met hers, taking her in his shivering hand. This was sinful, Quinn tried to tell herself it was wrong, but it was difficult to hold onto the guilt when the image of her husband kept slipping from her mind so readily, lost in the lust clouding her judgement.
• He brought her to his mouth, the nude painted toenails meeting his lips in a small kiss before he sucked tenderly on her smallest toe. He swirled his tongue around the digit before moving to the next, attentive and gentle. Her extremities had grown so cold, that his warm mouth was healing. Her breathing grew heavy and slow, transfixed as his passion intensified. She felt a low moan around her feet as he worshipped them, and it sent a shiver to her still sensitive clit. As he reached the end of one set of toes, she brought her other foot to his mouth a little too eagerly, their eyes meeting for a moment before he went to work, lost in his passion. She fought back a moan of her own as she felt his adoration channelled through his mouth, the sensation new and erotic.
• Quinn was soaking. Her body aching for him, and almost sorrowful as he reached the last of her toes and seemed to lavish that last moment, sucking it longer than the others.