Foot Fetish Lover – Tall, Dark And Deliciously Kinky

In the bustling café, my heart fluttered with a mix of excitement and nerves.

A never thought I would meet a foot fetish lover. It was just another ordinary day, or so I thought. As I stood in line, wearing my white silk blouse and tight pencil skirt, his eyes locked onto my legs. He would follow me with his glare and it gave me a special tingle I didn’t know would turn me on. Tall, dark, and irresistibly handsome, he exuded an air of pure sensuality so of course I had to speak with him. Approaching the counter, I clumsily ordered a vanilla latte, stealing glances at him. His deep, soulful eyes met mine, and a small smile tugged at his lips. I felt him undress me with just his look. Thankfully for me I was not shy to make the first move. And after I got my order I asked him if I could join him.

“Mind if I join you?” I asked, in my sexiest voice. Stunned, he nodded. I don’t think he’d ever make someone as confident as me. I know what I wanted and he did too.

Our conversations flowed effortlessly—him sharing tales of travels and passions, me stumbling through quirky anecdotes. At one point in the conversation we noticed how late it was. He offered to walk me to my car but I told him I lived close by and invited him to my place.

A Foot Fetish Lover Is Inside All Of Us

As we walked to my place our conversation turned more intimate. Once we arrived it felt as if we knew each other too much. We didn’t lose time to feel each other, touch each other and kiss passionately. He whispered in my just how perfect my legs looks in the pencil skirt. But he was more intrigued in my pretty little feet. As I laid back on my couch, he kneeled in front of me. That tall, dark and handsome stranger was a foot fetish lover. He kissed my legs down until he was ready to worship my feet.

As he took my high heels off he couldn’t help himself. I knew exactly what he was. And I was ready to give him anything he wanted. Leaving my stockings on, I placed my tight foot on his chest. I ordered him to pull out his cock and when he did he was rock hard.

My Pretty Feet Knew Exactly What To Do

His cock was in between them, and I pressed the head of his cock against the bottoms of my feet. Stroking down and then up as he threw his head back and enjoyed the foot job. Never in a million years did I think it would turn into this but I was loving him being a foot fetish lover.

Once he was ready to bust, because it didn’t take long, I asked him I wanted him to cum on my toes. He ripped my stockings and exploded all over them. His hot creamy cum covered my feet. Of course it would be the last time him and I met. We never really dated, but every single Thrusday afternoon after having my vanilla latte, we would talk to my place and we would get kinkier and kinker as time went on.

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