We both know why you're here.
You could very easily be listening to soft panting, moaning, whimpering, or even loud
screaming and squirting, but you chose me.
And you chose me for a very specific reason now, didn't you?
I know why you're here.
You don't have to act like I'm stupid, like I don't know why you're here.
Because I know the precise reason.
Your eyes are glued to me, but they're not glued to me as a whole.
Your eyes are worshipping a very specific part of me, aren't they?
I can tell, especially by the way that your eyes seem to be glazing over.
I'm not stupid.
I know exactly what you want.
Your eyes are glued to my soft little feet, aren't they?
And there's quite a lot of different fantasies running through your mind right now, isn't
there?
You see my soft, warm little feet, and you want to do all kinds of things with them,
don't you?
Of course, I could have my soft, delicate souls that are also very sensitive grind up
and down, up and down against your cock until you spurt hot cum all over my pretty little
feet.
But, of course, there's more that you could do, too.
You could get down on all fours, take each foot into your mouth, taking your time to
really cherish every detail of my foot, kissing, licking, sucking, using your hands to hold
my feet, treating them like the treasure that they are, or I could have you on all fours
and I could put my feet in your face so that you're forced to smell them, forced to inhale
that stench after a long day.
That's what you want, isn't it?
You want my feet, you want every aspect of my feet, don't you?
I bet just hearing all of this has a tent in your pants, doesn't it?
But that's okay.
I don't blame you, my feet are very pretty, so I understand.
You need release, don't you?
But I want you to know that a simple hand-on-dick type thing, it's not going to satisfy you
tonight.
So why do you think I'm here?
I'm not here to necessarily mock and degrade you while you touch yourself, that's standard
and boring, and quite frankly, your desires are much stronger than that, aren't they?
No, what you need is my soft feet teasing you, not just your cock.
You need my soft feet against your legs, rubbing against you, teasing you ever so painfully
slow until they finally touch your aching cock, and I'm sure it wouldn't even take
a second before you're exploding between them, am I right?
Because that's what you want, that's what you need.
You can feel my foot right up against you, can't you?
You like it, don't you?
You like the way that my foot is rubbing up and down ever so slowly against your calf.
You love that, don't you?
So soft and inviting.
It's quite a different sensation than my hand, isn't it?
It's one thing to be caressed by a hand, but to be caressed by a foot, it's a totally different
thing.
And it feels really nice for me, because a little do you know, or maybe, as you might
be aware, just based on how flushed my face is.
My feet are quite the erogenous zone, so it doesn't just feel good for you, this is amazing
for me too.
How would you feel if my feet were to rest against your thighs?
Is it getting to be a little bit too much, do you think?
Because of course I can't see underneath your pants.
I don't have x-ray vision, but I can tell by the way that you're starting to breathe
in a little more heavy, the way that your cheeks are a little flushed, the way that
you are gripping the seat.
I can tell you are twitching so much, you're twitching so much, all because of my feet.
You know your place, don't you?
You like being my little foot slut, don't you?
You like to be submissive to my feet.
You'll do anything for me when it involves my feet, won't you?
I bet if I were to come home after a long day, you'd want nothing more if I were to
command it than to take me into the bathroom and really wash my feet well.
You'd want nothing more than to take that silky smooth soap, making your hands glide
along my feet while I sigh, soft little wimpers escaping past my lips.
You'd want my toes to hug your finger, wouldn't you?
You'd want them to crawl right around your finger, because you love my feet that much,
don't you?
And they would love the attention that you are giving them.
Oh, I'm sorry.
Is my teasing making this unbearable?
You poor thing.
Do you want to know what you are besides my foot slut?
You are absolutely pathetic.
You are pathetic.
Look at you, getting off to my feet, getting excited because of my feet, but that's okay.
To me, being pathetic and leaking and panting, that's not bad.
To me, it's a term of endearment.
Hopefully you see it that way, my nasty little foot pervert.
Go ahead and take it out for me.
Let me show you true pleasure, true pleasure that will never compare to your hand.
You'll never enjoy masturbation quite again after this, right?
Oh my, look at you.
You're leaking, you're soaking so much, oh you poor thing.
I won't even hesitate for a moment here.
I'm going to take each of my feet.
I'm going to wrap them around your cock, because that's what you want, isn't it?
I'm going to make sure to squeeze them a little tightly, like that.
You're twitching, you're twitching beneath my feet, it's so hot.
Do you like the way that my feet are stroking you?
Do you like the way that my toes are teasing at the head every now and again?
The way that my soles are so soft and delicate, grinding right up against you?
Do you like it?
You should, I can tell that you do.
You're leaking even more.
Your grip on the chair is tightening even more.
You're too turned on, aren't you?
I can tell.
No, no, no, don't swing your hips, don't buck, nothing, don't do anything.
My feet will take care of you.
How would you feel if while I use one of my feet to rub up and down against your shaft
and head, how would you like it if my toes were to tease your balls with my other foot?
You're getting close, aren't you?
You want nothing more than to come all over my feet.
Let me wrap both my feet around you again and I'm going to stroke you fast and hard
with my feet, okay?
I want you to come so hard between my feet.
I want you to feel so good that you see stars.
Don't feel like you have to hold yourself back.
Make my feet all messy with your hot spunk.
I know you can do it.
I know you want to do it, so don't hold back.
I want you to come for me.
Go ahead and come for me.
Come all over my feet.
They're working your dicks so good right now.
Do you need me to squeeze them tighter?
There you go.
Come for me.
Come for me.
Come right between my feet.
I know that's what you want.
Do it.
Do it.
Come for me.
That's a good boy.
Yes.
Yes.
Spurt all over my feet.
Make them a hot, spunky mess.
That's my good boy.
Oh, that's my good boy.
No, we're not done.
Get on your hands and knees for me.
That's my boy now.
I want you to use your tongue.
Clean that semen off my feet.
Worship my feet with your tongue.
Clean every inch of cum off of my feet.
Yes.
Yes.
Yes.
Use your tongue.
All over.
Oh, fuck.
That's a good boy.
My feet are sensitive, so of course I'll react a bit much.
But I don't want you to swallow it.
Not yet anyway.
Come here and kiss me.
Don't get flushed.
You know what's about to happen, don't you?
We each got to taste your cum, and that was actually not that bad tasting.
I really liked it, although the aftertaste is a little...
I have to get used to it, I guess, but that's okay.
It just shows me what a dirty little boy you are, right?
My satiated, satisfied little foot slave.
What a good boy.
