Novel & Cerita Femboy Foot Worship

My throat thicken at her breathy words. My hips rocking faster into her and my hands squeezing her tighter. Eleanor's hand scratch the sofa, my thigh and she starts shaking, her ass grinding and rubbing on my groin. And somewhere between her third moan and her first sob, I understand something I didn’t walk in here knowing: I’ve been fucking the wrong shape my whole life. I definitely prefer thick and chubby girls. "Fuck me like your whore" Specifically her. I drop my palm on her breast and shove her head face down, and thrust

Amara’s throat tightened. “It is simple.” “No,” he said, turning back to her. “It’s just controlled.” Their eyes met again. And this time— There was no distance left in it. “You feel it too,” he said. Not a question. Not even a challenge. Just truth. Amara didn’t move. Didn’t look away. Because denying it now— Would be meaningless. “Yes,” she whispered. The word changed everything. It didn’t raise his voice. Didn’t make him step closer.

The way her body moved against him, expressing her pleasure, made his head swim and his dick grow so hard against the zipper of his jeans he thought he might explode in his pants. "Can't wait, baby," he mumbled, reaching under her skirt and yanking her panties down her legs. They caught on her boots. He pulled the boots off then proceeded to strip her panties and socks off. Her tiny feet caught him off guard. The were so perfectly shaped, the delicate bones filling his big hands and the tiny toenails, painted bright purple, wiggling against him. He'd always thought foot fetishes to be laughable, but now he was reconsidering. His girl had the sexiest feet he'd ever seen. Ash dropped her feet,

What did surprise me, however, was her fetish for worshiping feet. “Okay, mommy.” I said, smiling back at her as she kissed and licked my feet. It made me giggle, because it kind of tickled and no one had ever done that to me before. “Such a good girl. Mommy is gonna kiss all over you.” she said. Her sinful stare burned into my soul as she became more depraved, slobbering all over my toes as she forced all of my toes into her mouth. “I want you so bad, Leah.”

The Forest of Divination, Faerie Fawn I looked in the mirror, turning this way and that. I felt sexy as hell and secretly wondered what Fallon would think. Geez... I need to stop with that already. A pale pink suede crop top was paired with soft, low-rise, pale pink suede pants that laced up. The softest white suede boots with pink fringe encased my feet. My aunties would have had a fit. I’m surprised they let Freya leave it for me.

“You want to squeeze my big ass titties as I fuck you.” Babyface is straining so hard that he looks like he’s going to break the headboard. “Fuck yes,” he says, his voice shaking with desire. I start grinding my hips back and forth, my ass bumping up against his cock again and again. Babyface whimpers with need, and I lick my lips and moan, loving the exquisite pain I’m causing him with my self-pleasuring that’s just out of his reach. “Oh yes,” I say, “I’m a very naughty little Catholic schoolgirl. Look at me wearing nothing but my slutty skirt, lace stockings, and fuck-me pumps!”

Trope: Forbidden/ Virgin Hero / Female Dominant / Seduction / Age Gap adjacent / Obsession/ corruption kink Content Warning: Female dominant, voyeurism, corruption kink. SYNOPSIS: Joe is a campus god—6'0" of Nordic muscle and ice-blue eyes. The world sees a cold, untouchable playboy. But it’s a lie. Behind the mask, Joe is a twenty-year-old virgin with crippling anxiety, hiding a secret that would ruin his reputation.

I knelt, inhaling her scent before pressing my mouth to her. “Womb worship begins,” I murmured against her folds. “Recite: ‘My womb belongs to my Father-Husband; my pleasure is His divine will.’” My tongue traced her clit slowly, savoring her involuntary moan. Fingers joined, circling her entrance as I chanted blessings. “Blessed be this fertile ground, to receive the holy seed.” Sophia’s hips bucked. “My womb… belongs to my Father-Husband,” she panted, voice breaking with confused arousal. Resistance flickered— “This is too much, Father”—but I held her thighs open, licking deeper, sucking gently until her words became fervent.

“Yap. Here we are. With the most beautiful woman I have ever come across straddling my lap.” “With the man I have grown so fond of pressing his boner on me.” I smile and cup his face in my hands. “You don’t know how jealous I was over Amara. I mean, she is classy, beautiful, has everything one could want in a woman, was with…” “Hush.” He places a finger on my lips silencing me. “It’s you I want not Amara and all those flings. You are better than her in everything.” “But I’m a tomboy. Look at the way I dress.”

She put her hands on her waist like a mini-boss. "Now you look like you don't have a fashion sense or, well, common sense at all." Jo, on the other hand, sounded like a pit bull. She said whatever she liked. Damn. Who would have thought it would be so troublesome to dress up for dinner?! I wished I had Snape's potion book and made myself a small vial of Felix Felicis. It certainly would not hurt to have some luck helping me. M E Y W A N G | The Asian Potterhead