Novel & Cerita Feet Fetish

For now though, he decided that he might as well have as much fun as possible. While Julia sipped her wine and relaxed, Damon continued to worship her feet, working his way all around with his lips and tongue, sucking and licking away the tension and sweat. The whole foot worship thing was relatively new to him, and while at first it had struck him as silly and strange, he had since grown quite accustomed to it, and now his cock grew rock hard every time he started working on them. He wondered how it would feel to do this with Cara’s feet, but then realized that he would probably never try it because she would think he was a pervert if he did.

"I wanted to ask—." As she talks, a part of me zones off. Imagining something else. Cream's skin. Ber's cock… And the newest addition, Vanilla's feet. I'd always had a strange foot fetish, but I never knew I'd be into baby feet. Cause that's exactly how hers is. White and all pink, while soft and so small… "Channing?" I blink. Right. This pigeon is still here. "Hmm?" "Would you?" She asks. "Ah, I—" Can't stand you. Staring at you makes me wish I was anywhere, probably being fucked with my head while my head's bashed into the wall, restricting my oxygen while I cum.

Judging from her disheveled hair, it was a wild one. "Same old. He was left at the altar or something but it was definitely about a fiancee." Kaylee took off the robe she had pulled on at the door of the room she had with the client. She stood fully naked in front of her friend who was used to it. "Why? What was his fetish?" Ashley asked, her eyes big and wide as she waited for Kaylee to speak. "A garter." Ashley's head tilted in confusion. "A garter? But that's not a request. You wear it all the time."

The other one either needs to pay more or pique my interest. “Second attachment: Fetish feet kink. The client would like to play with your feet and wants you to massage him with them.” Now I burst into laughter. How is it I have two feet requests in one day? Are these both Kenny? I chuckle as I put my phone away as I see my best friend, Daniel approach.

Although still at a distance, the man's beauty was undeniable. Dressed in a black tuxedo with the white sleeves rolled up, the aura he exuded could make a woman wet. Grace couldn't help but imagine the sexiness of his long arm, and she could swear that it possessed the ability to fulfill a woman's deepest fantasies, reaching every desirable spot.

steel framed, bolted, decadent. Faye stood barefoot in a silk robe, her bump not quite showing yet, but her aura commanding. She held a riding crop in one hand, not for pain but for intimidation. Kai stood near the bed, shirtless, the red ribbon tied in a large loose bow across his chest. He looked ridiculous. And yet…still sinfully good. “Are you happy now?” he asked dryly. Faye walked toward him slowly, dragging the tip of the crop along the wall. Her eyes dropped to his bare chest, admiring the contrast of crimson against his tan skin.

; perfect, ours. “Perfect,” I breathed, the word barely audible. I didn’t take her yet. The hunger was a beast clawing at my ribs, but a sweeter, more devious need took hold. I wanted to worship her body just because I had all the time in the world. I started at her feet again, but this time with purpose. My hands, began to work her muscles. I used my enhanced strength not to hurt, but to melt. My thumbs pressed deep into the arch of her foot, and she moaned, a sound of pure relief that quickly morphed into something needier as I circled the pressure point there. I worked up her calves, kneading the firm muscle until it went lax under my touch.

Guided her down until she knelt on the plush carpet, wrists still bound behind her. Victor stepped closer, cock brushing her lips. “Open.” She did. He fed himself into her mouth slowly, letting her feel every vein, every throb. Jade knelt behind her, hands spreading Lila’s thighs wider, mouth descending to lick a hot stripe over her clit. Lila moaned around Victor’s cock, the vibration making him groan and thrust deeper. He gathered her hair in one fist, controlling the pace—shallow at first, then deeper, until she gagged softly, tears pricking her eyes.

Her on her knees, between my thighs, it was a vision pulled straight from sin. Every inch of her was flushed, glowing with confidence and defiance. She didn’t back down, no, she was flipping the damn board. And I stayed still, letting her do as she f*cking pleased like she owned me.

"This person in question, male or female would arouse and be an object of your feral Desires. My desires." "Male or female?" Calvin asked with a scoff. "It's female or nothing. So you better control that desire around anything male." "Go to bed, Calvin" The wolf groaned loudly.