Femboy Foot Worship の小説・ストーリー

After I'd removed her other shoe, of course. "Do you want to cum on my foot?" Shelly wondered, massaging my penis with the unbearably soft underside of her foot. "Go ahead and use my foot if you want. Jerk off for me, baby. Show me how much you love me." I made muffled noises of agreement, using my hands to hold her foot and trap my cock against the sole. Her smooth heel would rub against my balls as I worked her foot up and down along the shaft. Shelly played with the head of my penis and she'd turn her foot slightly to the left and right, gathering precum on her toes before pulling them downward. The erotic sensation of her foot jerking me off felt heavenly, but I have to admit that I'd dr

And then, plot twist. The next one wasn’t what anyone expected, and I had to blink twice. A femboy strutting out in a rainbow thong that did not leave much to the imagination. His chest was dusted in glitters like he was just dipped in magic, eyeliner sharp enough to assassinate bitches with that slim waist toned like they’d been sculpted by the gods. His lashes fanned every time he blinked... lashes that could bat a whole city into submission. He walked with more confidence than the president giving a speech, every step dripping sass, pride, and glitter. He was the exact reason LGBTQIA+ got the name pride, because baby, he was glowing with it. Honestly? He ate and left no crumbs.

Livvy moaned and when I looked at her, she had her eyes closed. Fucking hell this was way too sexy to be doing with my daughter. I had never really had a thing for feet before, but suddenly I felt like I might just have a new fetish. Trying to control my rapid breathing, I continued massaging her. For the better part of fifteen minutes, I rubbed her foot. And then something happened that made me tense every muscle in my body.

When one is good enough, no one can take what's yours! One outrageous comment after another appeared below. I was so furious that I replied to her directly underneath, "Are you sick or something?" Jemima replied right away, "Oh? You're triggered already? Think I'm eyeing your boyfriend?" The mockery in Jemima's words was impossible to hide. She went on, "What a pity. While you're busy defending him, he's carefully peeling grapes for me right now!" Immediately after, an image was uploaded. When I opened it, it was unmistakably Elijah's face!

It was perfect, especially paired with shoes similar to Pops’; black strapped stilettos with a slightly smaller heel than hers, but instead of a small piece tying off on the ankle, mine weaved and looped up my shins. “Holy mother of all Goddess’! You are fucking stunning. The guys aren’t gunna know what hit ’em.” I looked to Pops, shocked she would even think of me ever being anything more than a simple beauty and easy to ignore. “Poor females. It won’t matter if they find their mates, they are gunna be too busy following you around.” Her eyes swept up and down me approvingly, as if surveying me from a males point of view.

I smile as I say, "You can take the reins any time you want. I will be happy to let you have all the control. You can keep sucking on me, or I can suck on you. Or we could fuck. It's all up to you." I can see the wheels turning in her mind as she keeps stroking and licking at my cock. Her movements stop as she lays back, hand falling from my cock as she lays back, spreading her legs for me to see all she has to offer. "I guess we can start by you worshiping my pussy." I smile down at her as she looks me up and down. "I have no problem licking it, but what to you mean by worship?" She shrugs. "I heard it in a romance novel once. The woman was submissive and whenever her man wanted head, he sa

THEMES: Nightclub, Lesbian love, LGBTQ, Dom- Sub energy, bodily discovery, Funatari. KINKS: Belt play, Foot play, foot fuck, Tit play, Tit fuck, Dirty talk, Size tease, Eye contact control. LESSY'S POV "Use your feet." I gulp at that, "My... ffe... feet." "Yes love, use your feet just like you would use your hands on my cock." I swallow again, this... is a new thing to me; I've never met anyone with a feet fetish before.

I could taste blood in my mouth. Gigi immediately started laughing. Feelings of rage, humiliation, and helplessness all swirled within me. "Is it so hard for you to apologize, Jeanette? You're the one in the wrong!" Donald growled before grabbing the heel of his shoe and smashing it against my knee. "You should be glad that Gigi didn't ask you to get on your knees and beg for forgiveness! How dare you kick up a fuss? Who do you think you are?" To think just a few days ago, I had sobbingly begged for his forgiveness.

He held his left leg with both hands and jumped up and down on the ground. Li Meiyu said, "What's wrong with you?" Zhi Fubao's face relaxed a little. He pointed to a girl in an exposed sling dress in front of him and said, "She stepped on my foot." They all looked at the girl's feet. She wore a pair of red high heels, which were as high as Li Meiyu's. They were more than ten centimeters high. Looking at the tall and thin high heels which were like nails, they all felt sorry for Zhi Fubao.