Novel & Cerita Foot Worship Erotica

[Both of the partners are having phone sex.] Him: Why are you teasing me? You already know my foot is sprained. Her: Haha, just pulling your broken leg. Because I can press that foot. Him: It hurts baby~ Her: Then let me spread your legs? And sit in between? Him: God...you wanna play with me, nay? Her: Ofc! Because I can play with you and you never say no to me.

TRIGGER WARNING: This story contains explicit adult erotica involving step-family taboo themes, including a threesome (MFM) with stepfather, stepbrother, and stepsister. Content includes intense sexual situations, rough sex, dirty talk. Carlis’s POV I thought we had the house to ourselves. The wedding preparations had everyone running around town, but Brian had me bent over the back of the couch, my sundress shoved up around my waist and my panties dangling from one ankle. His thick cock slammed into me over and over, stretching my pussy just right.

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 then downward. She was quite dexterous, too. She didn't have very large toes, as I mentioned, and very small

She thanked him for it and bent forward to unclasp her feet from her high-heeled sandals. “What do you think of my footwear?” she asked. “Zee got it for me at a clothing shop over at Canal Street.” “It’s cute. Looks good on you.” Thad drank his beer. He laid his hand on her thigh and caressed it down to her calves. Myra relaxed backwards on the sofa and let him feel her body. “You wax your legs often?” “Every chance I get; my husband likes them that way. He’s got a foot fetish thing. He gets off making love to my feet than he would have sex. It’s a good thing Zee made it official that he’s never to fuck me anymore.”

The sexual implication behind the movement, coupled with the marvellously erotic sensation, made Harriet feel as though she was turning into liquid and she knew she was becoming moist between her thighs. When he’d finished with her right foot he put it tenderly to the floor and proceeded to repeat the whole process with her left. It was almost more than she could bear; the tender, sensual caresses that soothed and yet aroused at the same time made her whole body long for his touch. If he could have this much effect on her by touching her feet she wondered what would happen if he moved on to more intimate places.

she asked as she brought up her foot to his face and twisted her toes before his mouth while massaging gently his thigh with her second foot. “Yes,” he replied as he was totally hypnotized and ready to beg for worshipping Martha’s feet. At that moment, licking her feet was the most important thing in the world to him. “I did not hear you,” she said. “Yes, please,” he begged. “That’s good, now open wide,” she instructed. He opened his mouth and she slipped her huge toe into his mouth. Fred sucked on it as if it was a lollipop. He swirled his tongue all around the toe and the taste was amazing.

She was burning hot and silky inside. *Squelch.* The wet sound was immediate and loud. Sophia moaned, arching her back. “Yes… just like that. Finger my slutty pussy, Kade. Harder.” I pumped my fingers faster, curling them against her g-spot while sucking and biting her other nipple. Her juices ran down my hand and wrist. I dropped to my knees, pulled her ass to the edge of the desk, and buried my face between her thighs. I devoured her.

Masculine in its restraint, yet unmistakably lived in. Elizabeth slipped off her heels at the entry, bare feet silent on the cool floor. Her eyes drifted to the art, several pieces caught her immediately. Framed photographs and paintings of women entwined: soft curves pressed together, mouths open in ecstasy, hands gripping thighs, backs arched. Lesbian erotica rendered with reverence, beautiful, unapologetic, sensual. One in particular: two women on silk sheets, one straddling the other, heads thrown back, fingers buried deep. The composition was raw yet tender.

The hum vibrated through the thin silk. “Say the word,” Zoe whispered, her lips brushing Maya’s jaw. Maya closed her eyes, chest heaving. Slowly—hesitantly—she parted her legs. The chat went wild. “YEAH.” “Good girl.” “Slip girl’s opening up for us.” Zoe kissed her hard, muffling Maya’s gasp as she slid the toy higher. The silk slip trembled with each pulse. Maya’s fingers clutched the sheets, her body arching toward the sensation despite her mind screaming at her to stop.

I commanded, my voice leaving no room for disobedience. They scrambled to comply, forming a semicircle at my feet. I pointed to two of them, a blonde Irish girl and a brunette Slavic beauty. "You two, under my feet." They nodded, their eyes wide with excitement, and lay down on their backs. I stepped onto their soft, pillowy breasts, feeling their flesh yield beneath my feet. I curled my toes, relishing the sensation of their tits squishing around my arches.