You kept telling me how good it would feel to have my toes sucked, my feet licked, my arches massaged... but it wasn't til we were cuddled up on the couch that I finally gave in to your total foot worship. And wow, do you know how to worship ๐ ๐ Subscribe for the full audio xx
I stretched out before you, my legs draped over the edge of the couch, watching you with nervous anticipation. You knelt at my bare feet, running your hands over my ankles, warm palms against my skin. No rushing, no hesitation.
Pure control. You're always in control. So, you're really gonna do this? Suck on my feet, I mean? Yeah, maybe I do want it.
You meet my eyes, slowly lifting one foot, cradling it in your hands like something precious. Your thumbs press into my arch, a slow, firm stroke that makes me inhale sharply. You don't answer, you don't need to.
Instead, you lean in, your lips grazing over my delicate skin. You feel the way my breath catches, the way my toes curl slightly. I can't decide whether to pull away or press closer.
It's almost ticklish, but it feels good. I don't move away, I don't stop you, so you keep going. Oh, oh, that feels so good.
You kiss the inside of my ankle, then my other. You drag your lips down, letting me feel the heat of your lips on my feet.