All Yours, Daddies
With how difficult breathing around them is, it’s a miracle I haven’t passed out yet.
His pretty mouth opens, and I watch, completely helpless against his charm, utterly mesmerized, as he slowly drags his tongue over my toes.
One by one.
He licks each of them like a starving man, taking his time to suck my middle toe.
A breathy moan escapes me before I can trap it, and heat floods between my thighs.
I grip the armrest of the chair, knuckles white. My toes, including the one in his mouth, curl under his tongue.
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