BBW Foot Fetish – Our Alien Master

BBW Foot Fetish – The New Neighbor

Ben, my husband, and I noticed a new neighbor had moved in across the way. We are kind to our neighbors. We always enjoy bringing them something to welcome them to the neighborhood. This woman looks single and alone, and by her appearance, she loves to eat. Ben and I had been watching BBW foot fetish porn lately, and she looked to be the perfect candidate. Though she was heavy, her legs were slim and tight. Her feet looked to be petite, probably a size 7. While I baked the new neighbor a homemade apple pie, Ben sat by the window, watching as she paced back and forth to bring in her remaining boxes.
“God, look at how she walks. Babe! She’s in sneakers with socks; her feet must smell so potent.”
His voice drifts low as his hand begins to stroke himself.

BBW Foot Fetish – Something Odd And Arousing

Something felt off as Ben and I approached our new neighbor’s door. Our heads feel light from the strange aromas that surround her home. Before I could knock, the door swung open. Something didn’t sit right with me about her at first, but seeing my husband’s face, ready to fulfill his BBW foot fetish desires, made my pussy leak. Within minutes, Ben and I found ourselves touring the house. Her home looked fully unpacked for someone who had moved in two hours ago. Judith explained that she was from a foreign state and would love to be in Ben and I’s company. We stayed and talked to Judith, who spoke and acted strangely. Her voice is captivating, though her English is not the best. Her soothing voice soon lulled us into a trance.
I can no longer hear her words as she places her bare feet on the coffee table.

BBW Foot Fetish – Our Alien Master Calls

Ben and I soon find ourselves hypnotized by the sway of her feet and voice. My nipples begin to tingle and harden as my pussy starts to drip. I looked over to see Ben’s reaction; his rock-hard cock in his pants, pooling with precum, gave me the answer I needed. The air began to smell of a musk and vinegar scent. Though not the best smell, something made me want more of it.
“You like the smell, my new slaves?” Judith’s almost inaudible voice rang in the back of our heads. Who knew our BBW foot fetish would be so intoxicating?
“Cum, take a better whiff. The smell is called breeding pollen. It spreads from my toes and into the air. The more you breathe, the more you want to breed.”
Judith’s words became muffled by the urge to suck and sniff her toes.

BBW Foot Fetish – Breed For Me

While consumed with worshiping our new BBW alien master toes, Judith began to grow green, slimy tentacles from her back. One of Judith’s fat, slimy tentacles began to rub itself between my thighs. My pussy felt even more excitement. Looking over, I can see another has hold of Ben’s cock, stroking and milking it for all its seed.

“Have you ever been finger fucked by an alien?” Judith asked with a devious grin.

The excitement became too much. My pussy began to squirt all over the tentacle. I felt as if it absorbed my juices and the rest of me slowly. My BBW foot fetish has brought me to the brink of cumming until there was nothing left but my alien master. Want more fantasy phone sex?

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