Lick My Feet and Clean Up the Mess You Made!

He Watched Me Close As I Painted My Toenails!

I opened my first polish container while I sat on the mattress edge with one knee raised and my toes extended. I felt his eyes fixed on me until I looked up to see him. He pretended to browse his phone, but I could see him observing my movements. His breathing was heavy as he watched. He thought I didn’t notice. I didn’t say anything. Not yet. The sound he made after I wiggled my toes told me everything. He wanted to lick my feet.

I painted each nail slowly while I moved the brush to create smooth, glossy lines through my artwork. He paid more attention to my movements whenever I moved my ankle or flexed my arch. It was delicious. By the time the polish dried, I could see his hard cock, which he tried to hide from me. “Enjoying yourself?” I asked softly. The way he went still. Oh, it was adorable! A guilty boy caught in a fantasy he never meant to say out loud. I walked toward him, savoring how his chest rose and fell. I put my foot on his knee after I reached him. The small touch caused his entire body to tremble.

He Was Desperate to Lick My Feet!

I dragged my toes slowly up his thigh, a teasing little path that made his whole body jerk just slightly. I slide my foot further and tap my painted toes against his hard cock. His breath shuddered. I could feel the heat rolling off him in waves. Wanting. Needing. Trying so hard to be good while every part of him begged to lick my feet. “If you make a mess over them…” I pressed my toes harder on his cock, “You better clean it up.”

He looked up at me, shocked, dark-eyed, and so beautifully exposed. He could see I wasn’t joking. Not even a little. I straightened, keeping my foot on him, soft but wicked. He hesitated for only a second before leaning forward, his hands shaking, breath unsteady. When his lips hovered near my toes, ready to lick my feet, he looked up at me one more time. Eyes searching, needy, asking even though he already knew the answer. I nodded once. As he obeyed, everything I’d been building all afternoon finally unfolded. Hot, electric, addictive. The kind of tension that doesn’t just simmer, it consumes.

His Cock Was Rock Hard As I Teased Him With My Feet!

His lips against my toes were warm, hesitant, but desperate for more. Every kiss sent a shiver up my leg. Curling through me in a way that was slow, teasing, delicious. I leaned back slightly, letting him take in the sight of me. My legs draped over his lap, my toes flexing as I teased him, testing his patience. It wasn’t long until he was pulling his cock out of his pants. Naked and watching me as he stroked it, continuing to kiss and lick my feet.

With his cock out, I had even better access as I pressed my toes against it. Flexing and teasing them against him. Moans and curses fell from his lips until he couldn’t hold back anymore. Hot cum shot across my feet, decorating my toes alongside the polish. I giggled as I shoved my foot into his face. “You know what you have to do now, right?” I told him as he recovered. “Lick my feet and clean up the mess you made!”

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