Tana Mongeau Feet Novels & Stories

As she spoke, she gently reached out her feet from under her long gown. They were a pair of white-laced shoes. Although Charmine was 1.7 meters tall, her feet were only sized 36; tiny yet adorable.

Laura murmured can be heard by me. "And Dylan, I don't want to be carried." Even though I wanted to be carried by him because I was starting to feel heavy, I couldn't do it. It's all because I can't do my magic if my feet don't touch the ground. And why am I barefoot? That's because when I train with Mbayul, I always take off my shoes to feel the ground directly, even though I can actually wear footwear. Now, I can't even barefoot when I want to perform earth magic. Really, that habit is scary.

I'm really happy to know we are not the only ones who find her presence unpleasant. “ Hey. Everyone!" I forgot for a moment that we haven't seen Tianna's dress and she looks beautiful. Alluring in fact. No one knows but I secretly envy Tianna for her body. She is about five feet and eight inches with a beautiful body. Unlike Diana who has the slim physique of a model, she has a slim waist and wide hips and a thick behind that do not fail to show in any outfit. She also has the perfect tanned skin color to match her perfect face. I'm so jealous as she has the best gene combination of half Mexican and half Arabian. I never got to know her parents because they died before I knew her but I bet t

Tired of pacing to and fro, she sat on the bed. "My feet are sore! She cried out, going crazy. A maid in the room grabbed a bottle of coconut oil, then sat on a small stool in front of Tamina, then began to massage her feet. Tamina was wearing a plain, loose white gown, her protruding stomach shooting out through the gown. Her breast jingled underneath the gown, sore and heavy. She wasn't wearing any jewelry, her red hair was let down, her body was undergoing little changes, and her cheeks were slightly chubby.

Chapter 10: Sanaya’s P.O.V “Sanaya! Hold up!” I paused on my way to the exit and looked back to find Tanya running towards me in her disastrous high heels. I half expected her to slip on the polished marble floor and break a leg or two, but the woman managed to gracefully come to a stop in front of me without breaking a sweat. “Good! I was able to catch you just in time.” She panted with a hand on her chest. “Are you done for the day? Do you wanna hang out?”

This was the highest level of wealth she had ever witnessed. Then, the door to the Tesla opened fully, revealing a delicate, silver-glass stiletto. Eight-inch heels. Breathtakingly extravagant. The woman wearing them had legs so smooth they looked sculpted by the gods. And then, slowly, she stepped out in all her ethereal glory.

Serena stood barefoot, dripping wet, her long hair plastered against her back. Droplets of water trickled down her neck, soaking the towel clutched tightly around her chest. Her bare toes curled subconsciously, as if seeking stability on the cold floor. She looked fragile yet resilient, her discomfort betrayed only by the slight tremble in her posture.

Just before my panic stricken eyes dropped down, I swore I could see the light pink skin surrounding her nipple. Lowering my eyes provided some relief, but not a lot. The robe barely went down to the middle of her thigh allowing me a complete view of her long tanned legs. I dropped my eyes down to the floor to see she was barefoot. Mom's toe nails were deep red and she had a silver toe ring on each foot as well as an ankle bracelet, Christ, even her feet looked good! "Kenny, you okay?"

I figured that had something to do with the whipped cream that was on the woman in front of him and the strawberries on his lap. Niran was next. She walked on the stage with confident strides. She seemed a lot taller and I looked down at her feet. High heels with big platforms. Her name was written in diamonds on the platform of the shoes. I looked down. I wore heels, but I was planning to take my shoes off so I could at least move freely. I noticed Rana also wearing high heels. Was that an advantage?

I'm addicted to the smell, taste, and feel of Anna's feet. Anna's nylon foot in my hands and on my mouth overwhelmed my senses and filled me with unbridled lust. The delicate high arch of her foot, with the finest nylon mesh of her ultra-sheer Cervin's clinging to every curve, every bump, every depression. I ran my fingers along the bottom of her foot and thought about how the nylons led all the way up her glorious legs to Nirvana. I admired her five little toes, how the nylon clinging to them was so tight that each rounded little painted toe was defined and outlined in sheer black mesh.