Kiss My Foot 2 Novels & Stories

“What can I say? I have to keep you interested.” She laughed softly, swatting at my chest playfully. “Oh, trust me, Kurtis. I’m plenty interested.” I captured her hand in mine, pressing a soft kiss to her fingers. “Then how about we make this night official?” Her eyes widened with excitement, and she nodded eagerly. “Let’s do it.”

He sat on the coffee table right in front of me, knees spread wide, so close I could smell his clean skin and faint cologne. “Start with these,” Lena said softly, nodding toward his feet. “Show him how much you want it.” I didn’t hesitate. I slid to my knees between his legs, hands shaking as I lifted one big foot. The sole was warm, slightly callused from the gym. I pressed my lips to the arch first, soft kiss, then dragged my tongue along the curve. He flexed his toes and I sucked the big one into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it like it was candy.

She returns to her normal playful state. Tom finds her small foot under water, takes it in his palm. Squeezing some shower gel out of the bottle and slowly lathering each finger. There are several abrasions on the foot - she knocked her legs while she was running. I need to treat it with an antiseptic after the bath, don't forget ... Tom lathers his foot carefully so as not to hurt, and Kit giggles - it tickles. “Kiss-kiss…” he says, and tickles on purpose. Kitty squeals and laughs. When Lou takes her other paw, she is already moaning with laughter:

He slipped the silk over his eyes. Clare lifted her foot to his nipple, using the pointed toe to prod it this time. Tentatively, as if he expected a rebuke at any moment, he raised his hand to her foot, gently bringing it up to his lips, then kissing and licking at the white leather. Resting her foots on his shoulder, as she had done before, she held up her other foot for the same treatment.

Never a day would I imagine myself dancing a ridiculous foot dance with a lady, never a day would I imagine myself so attached to a woman that I would want to do anything to keep her happy. This was a different me. “One two three.” I tapped my right foot on the floor while she tapped her left foot on the floor, before going for the right foot, then I tapped my left foot on the floor. “Wow, you are a good dancer.” she giggled happily, while I shook my head and moved away from her with a smile on my face. “Let's continue.” she begged with a frown, but I moved closer to her and placed a kiss on her forehead. “I wish I can, but I have to sort out some things, but will be back before you know it.

I reached for her ankle carefully, brushing my thumb against her skin before pressing a kiss to the top of her foot. Her entire body stiffened. And God help me, that reaction almost killed me. She looked so cute. “May I?” I asked quietly. She immediately yanked her leg away and tucked both feet underneath her on the bed. Well, that was fast. “Stop doing that.” I looked up at her innocently. “Doing what?” She looked away. “Stop flirting with me.” “But I wasn’t flirting.” She frowned tightly. “You kissed my foot. Who does that?” “That could be cultural on my side,” I said with a smirk.

I heard someone write this on W*****d kissing booth and it got signed on N*****x Wow! I know it did. I cannot wait to watch it, sis.” Sherry said. “So, go get the popcorn popped and more drinks. Let's get our romance and drama on!’’ I said, laughing and getting excited. Sherry went into the kitchen. I heard the microwave on and the popcorn popping. Sherry came back in with popcorn sprite. We got Kissing Booth 2 on. Two hours later: We are bawling our eyes out. Why! Well, we could see that she just picked both. Sherry said.”

She starts kissing the soles of my foot. Now she moves to my right leg, bending it at the knee, she kisses my inner thigh. I so badly want her to kiss upwards, but she traces her tongue downward to my knee. A quick tug on the zipper and off goes my other boot, leaving me in only my pink thong. She starts kissing the sole of my right foot. I let out a loud sigh, "Suck my toes you kinky slut!" as I give her a devilish smile. She stops kissing long enough to say, "Watch what you say, watch what you ask for! You might regret it and I'm not sure you could handle it....yet......but we will save that discussion for another day!"

I look at her one last time to make sure she wants it, she nods, I can go. Her eyes are filled with pleasure and still unfulfilled desires. I slowly dive between her folds, gently advancing, I reach a barrier and stop for a moment. I lean towards her to seal our lips in a wild, intoxicating kiss. She returns my kiss eagerly, followed by two minutes of pure bliss. Her mouth is sweet, it tastes of ripe strawberries. I drink from her lips with delight. And I cross the threshold, slowly but surely. She was so focused on the kiss that she didn't feel any pain. Still with my lips pressed to hers, I slowly pull out to enter a second time. She lets out a sigh of relief. I break our kiss to ask her:

he murmured. With trembling hands, I reached for his tie, my tears flowing freely down my cheeks. "Kiss me… Or… let me kiss you." Tucker's eyes darkened, his calm facade slipping away. He said nothing in response. But before I could react, he leaned in close. Holding the back of my neck, he pressed his lips firmly to mine. There was nothing gentle about his kiss. Instead, it brimmed with a sense of ownership and power. Without hesitation, he pried my jaws apart. His tongue explored boldly, leaving no corner of my mouth untouched.