Annie Agar Feet Novels & Stories

This woman rubbed her sweaty forehead. "Are you having nightmares?" Agnes asked as she changed the water that was in the flowerpot. "I called you three times, but you didn't wake up either." Ana recalled her nightmare. "I did have a bad temper." Agnes finished with the flower, and then she approached Ana. "You'd better shower because I'll ask you to go outside." "I'm not going anywhere," Ana said as she walked towards the bathroom. She washed her face. "Don't just shut yourself in the room. Let us have fun outside," Agnes said, peering at Ana outside the bathroom door.

“Why have I never noticed this extra skill of yours? We’ve been together for so long, yet you’re still keeping secrets from me! It’s not like I like wearing heels. The men around me are so tall, it’s like they inhaled hormones while growing up. I’d look way too short if I don’t wear heels, like a pumpkin next to bamboo trees. Do you really think that I can avoid wearing them? You, Mark, and Eric, which one among you is short?” Jackson chuckled at her. “Haha… You… seriously… Must you describe yourself in that way? I like you just the way you are; that’s good enough. Why should you worry about how others perceive you? Arianne isn’t any taller than you, and she wears flats when she’s next to Ma

The air smelled of ozone, gun oil, rubber matting, and heavy, raw sweat. Agnes stood in the center of the cage, her dark hair bound into a tight, practical braid that reached the middle of her back. She wore black compression shorts, a fitted tactical training tank, and high-top combat boots. Her forearms were wrapped in thick, moonstone-threaded kinetic tape, and her right hand held a newly calibrated diagnostic slate strapped to her wrist. Across the mat stood Rhys.

Our tongues touched and danced, and I sucked on hers hard, pulling her closer. Clara and Agnes got busy too. They each took one of my legs, pulling them apart even wider so my pussy was on full show. Clara's mouth went to my inner thigh, her tongue licking up the sticky trails from my earlier squirt, inch by inch. Agnes did the same on the other thigh, her teeth nipping light at the skin, making me jump a little.

Anya 12-year-old Anya ran, dreading for her life. The overgrown shrubs must have grown bigger. They were almost reaching her waist now. Her worn-out flip flops were broken, so she left them behind and ran bare feet. Thorns pricking the soft soles of her feet. Pain shooting through her legs and her stomach cramping up with hunger.

I bent over a bit and saw her hot red slit, dripping juices onto the floor. Angie was taller than me, and even bent over her ass and pussy were too high for me. I looked down on the floor and saw Angie's high heels. I saw that they were about the size of my feet. I knelt down on the floor. As I did so, I let my hand glide over Angie's ass, down her thigh, to her knee. I could smell her delicious pussy as I moved and her body trembled against my touch. I quickly slipped her shoes on and stood up. I was considerably taller now, standing behind Angie.

Anal sex… that was a first for me and once I was stretched out, I did like it… It felt so wrong yet so fucking good… I push the thoughts away. ‘Remember we still don’t like him’. ‘Yes, we only like his dick.’ I’m unable to stop myself from shaking my head and pick up a piece of fruit. ‘You got that right.’ I admit. Agnarr might be a dick and there’s a long way for him to go before I can even say I like him, but he indeed knows how to fuck. Feeling a little better, I decide to indulge in the delicious food before me and stop thinking for now. My body still feels sore, especially my vagina and ass, but I will sleep and hopefully, by tomorrow I’ll feel completely better.

If they needed to they would have a war right here and now. Agnar shifted, catching the faintest smell. She smelt like lavender, it was faint. His head snapping in the direction that it was coming from. He moved towards it, his eyes landing on the woods. He could see the ground being shifted, like someone was stumbling. Dragging their feet. Agnar narrowed his eyes and began moving quickly towards the woods.

I'm addicted to the smell, taste, and feel of Anna's feet. Anna's nylon foot in my hands and on my mouth overwhelmed my senses and filled me with unbridled lust. The delicate high arch of her foot, with the finest nylon mesh of her ultra-sheer Cervin's clinging to every curve, every bump, every depression. I ran my fingers along the bottom of her foot and thought about how the nylons led all the way up her glorious legs to Nirvana. I admired her five little toes, how the nylon clinging to them was so tight that each rounded little painted toe was defined and outlined in sheer black mesh.

Almost without thinking, she held out two fingers and began moving them apart like little walking legs, mimicking a pair of invisible feet. Fenrik’s brows knitted together. He tilted his head, staring at her with a mixture of curiosity and suspicion. “What do you mean by that? Why are you doing that weird thing?” He copied her motion clumsily, his long fingers looking awkward as he mimicked her, a small smirk tugging at his lips. Agatha rolled her eyes, though her mouth betrayed her with a twitch of amusement. “Well, since you have so many ‘someone’ here in Blackland, I was wondering… how many girls you have as your ‘someone.’”