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Searing heat and dexterous feet
Date: 8/23/2015, Categories: Fetish, Author: Alexandra_A, Rating: 3, Source: LushStories
torridity. I could barely breathe. Pores poured. I needed air, needed to leave this scant inferno, though knew I could not do so till this was over. Time overruled propriety and forced events onwards. Our next contact was consensual: I offered it; he eventually grabbed it. 'Would you like to touch... my toes?' 'Indeed, I would.' He swallowed. 'Nothing... nothing would give me greater pleasure.' I chuckled. ' Nothing ?' 'Precisely. Podiatry is my speciality and reflexology my lifetime's passion.' Nothing. Blood pounded in my ears. As though marking the seconds, sweat dripped from my nose and splashed precisely where my swollen crimson clit prodded at my sopping crimson briefs. Our breathing synchronised: our needs did likewise. His tentative fingers tickled then grew bolder, firmer. 'Oh, my dear! Your skin is so soft. So smooth...' My left foot was entirely in his hands. Moulding gently, he tested every bone, every tendon, every sinew and cell, separating toes in turn and subtly tugging while manipulating my ankle joint with barely perceptible pressure. Now he concentrated his attentions on the scrubbed and silken sole. One by one, across its delicate surface, he touched a procession of nerves, each with improbable connections across my entire body. I shuddered in delectable expectation. Gentle circular motions on the ball of my foot eased tension from my neck and shoulders, my back and buttocks. In response to divers digital devices, my tongue, lips and forehead relaxed. ...