Novel & Cerita Foot Worship Erotica

My skin sizzled and every inch of my body tingled with pleasure. “You deserve to be worshiped by every man that walks the face of the earth…” Walker whispers, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead. He continues dotting my face with slow, gentle kisses. On my temples, “Eyes the color of golden pools of honey…” pausing on my lips, “a tempting, wicked mouth that's silkier than rose petals...” Walker raises his head and studies me with a mischievous smirk, “and a tight, pink pussy that begs to be destroyed.”

He dragged the arch of his foot slowly up the inside of my calf, his rough sole scraping my sensitive skin, then higher, his toes curling against the soft skin behind my knee. My fork clattered against the plate. Mom glanced over. “You okay, honey? You’re flushed.” I forced a smile, it was shaky, and too bright. “Just… warm. The AC’s off.” Eric’s foot slid higher, his calf to my thigh, then he pressed between my legs. The ball of his foot nudged my clit through my thin leggings. Slow, deliberate pressure. I gripped the edge of the table so hard my knuckles whitened. He kept talking to Mom, so calm, so normal, while his toes flexed, rubbing me in tiny, maddening circles.

His scarred hands moved fast, wrapping and unwrapping as he worked the bag with steady power. Lila bit her lower lip. She pulled out her phone and opened her secret folder. The videos showed rough, dominant older men fucking younger women hard. She turned the volume low so only she could hear the moans and slaps. Her free hand slid down into her tiny cotton shorts. Her fingers found her clit right away. She was already wet. The wetness coated her fingertips as she started rubbing slow circles. Damien kept hitting the bag. Each punch made a loud thud that echoed through the empty warehouse. Lila rubbed her clit in time with the punches. She started slow and careful, pressing just enough to fe

I try to speak but the words die even before they form. My throat thickens as I swallow heavy lumps of saliva and feel the full effect of his fingertips sending thrills up my body. Oh… yeah… I have no business curling my toes, or letting my body grow sensitive to his touch. Neither do my thighs have any business quaking with the urge to clap my throbbing cunt that still aches. “You should go take a warm bath. Had a long day.” He sets down my second foot. I didn't even know when he peeled off the second shoe and massaged both feet. I’m a perv. A fucking one.

I grabbed a container of body wash and a scrunchy, got it good and soapy, then began washing her, working down her back, being careful to gently but firmly rub and massage her body. Soon I worked my way down to her feet. She turned, placing a hand upon my head and lifted her foot as I washed and massaged. The soft moans she made encouraged me. Despite my own desire, I didn't spend long on her feet. I'd lost my last girlfriend when I was open about my foot fetish. She was happy when I would surprise her with heels or clothing that emphasized her legs, but the moment I came clean, it was "I can't be with a guy who wants to lick my feet."

I forced down the lump in my chest to my belly. Until Waylen, I didn’t know my foot was an erogenous spot. His thumb started first on my ankle, and he scattered feather touches all over my feet before massaging my toes. Moisture pooled between my legs, I grew slick and couldn’t help the needy moan that tunneled out of my throat. If Waylen noticed, he didn’t act like it. But as he kneaded the sole of my feet, an orgasm crashed over me. Waylen’s head jerked up. He smirked. Good thing I wasn’t a man. There was no evidence except for my thoroughly damp panties.

My moans turning into high-pitched wails of pure, unadulterated need. He dragged me by my ankles until I was almost at the edge of the bed in a lying position. He took my shoes off slowly and painfully, his eyes locked on mine and then flipped me onto my back. He shoved my legs wide apart, pinning them back until my pussy was on full display, glistening and swollen under the LED lights. Kael stood there, stroking his thick, pulsing length as he stared at the carnage he’d created. He let out a string of curses, his breath coming in ragged, vocal gasps.

“Cum for me, little one. Make a mess on this elevator floor like the desperate slut you are for your boss.” I broke hard. My orgasm crashed through me. I screamed. My legs gave out completely. I collapsed forward onto the floor, knees hitting first. My forehead pressed against the cool mirror. Juices kept dripping out of me. Small puddles formed on the elevator floor between my knees. My whole body shook. Fred crouched down beside me. One hand still between my legs, lazily stroking my oversensitive clit. “Look at the mess you made, little one. Such a filthy girl. We’ll clean it up together before anyone sees what you did for me.”

she screamed with laughter, trying to squirm loose. “Stay still.” I said, squirting some lotion onto my hands from the table beside her bed and rubbing some of her feet, and then some on my cock. “What are you doing, weirdo?” she asked. I put her feet together, and began jerking myself off with them. “Oh my God. I’m sorry, I have to do this.” “What are you even doing?” she asked, smiling and seemingly intrigued. “You’ve walked around here barefoot for too long, showing them off and making me lust after them.”

I flipped to the page, voice unsteady. “I vow… to let you use my body whenever you want… even if it means I’m still dripping with your cum when I meet your fiancée.” The words had felt filthy when I wrote them. Hearing them aloud while Lucas’s tongue worked me was devastating. He rewarded me by sliding two thick fingers inside me, curling them against that spot that made my vision spark. His mouth never stopped licking, sucking, devouring me like I was the only thing he wanted in the world.