That's when Loady started to grow hot on the face. As he sat on the edge of the bed, with me in front of him, he began to tease me with the one thing I had the greatest weak spot for: his feet. A soft smile and sensual smile grew across his face when he pressed his feet on top of mine. One of his toes alone could cover my whole foot under it. He was fully aware of my interest, and continued by bringing his feet forward onto mine, wrapping my ankles between his toes. My feet were obscured entirely from my view when I looked down. All I could see and feel were the balls of his toes resting gently over the tops of my feet, with his heels giving the leverage he needed. I wore a size 11, but in comparison to his, they could have been size 38. Maybe in the high 40s, in fact.
I gave in first by grabbing his legs and throwing them up in the air. Despite Loady's legs being sticks, the immense weight of them were contained just in his feet. "Yung..." he moaned heavily, as I picked his feet up, and he did a little flex of them, bringing his toes back to show off his soles at me. I had found myself staring at them in awe as Loady laid on the bed, with my arms outstretched to hold each of his feet. His soles were contained half into my arms, half against my chest. His deep, black feet rested as a soft, rubber-coated memory foam against me. There was no way I could have taken any of his toes into my mouth for each of them were the size of fully matured watermelons.
There was no way my tongue could have done the work. Rather, I could see myself sandwiched between the pillowy tenderness of his feet, all while he said my name. I could snuggle against one, throwing my arms around it in a close bear hug, and with the other he'd smother it against the entire middle half of my body. I'd climb onto the bed and let him tower over me. If I looked to my sides, they'd run long from my knees to my shoulders, where his toes would wrap around my upper arms and the top of my shoulders, leaving me but to bend my arms over the top of his feet. On his will, he could pivot his heels inward, bringing his feet closer together just to bury my head under his toes once again. The list goes on. Maybe it can go even further than that.
so do you think im horny or what
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14 May 2020 02:58 CEST
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