Yoga Footjob Novels & Stories

“Show me how much you crave them. How badly you need them.” She lifted her right foot and placed it on his thigh, slowly sliding it upward until her soft, warm sole pressed against his hardening cock. Skyler groaned deeply, his head falling back against the desk as pleasure shot through him. Isabella began to stroke him with her foot — slow, sensual movements, rubbing her sole up and down his thickening shaft, curling her pretty red toes around the sensitive head on every upstroke. Her left foot joined the torment, pressing against his heavy balls, massaging them gently while her right foot continued its perfect, teasing footjob.

There is just enough tension to pull his leg slightly off true. “Your job is to keep your center of gravity within this square,” Lyra said, tapping the mat around his feet with the toe of her shoe. “Rhea will provide perturbations.” “Is that the technical term for ‘yanking on my leg’?” he asked. “Yes,” Lyra said. “Knees soft. Core engaged. Rail is for fingertip support only, not a death grip. Ready?” “Define ready,” he muttered, but he nodded. Rhea snapped the band gently to the side.

"Next special, a foot rub, give 'em here." "No way, my feet are sandy and gross," I protested, but he grabbed my ankle, pulling my foot into his lap anyway. "Shh, special means all in," he said, thumbs pressing into my sole, circling slowly, hitting pressure points that made my whole body melt. "See? Relaxing, right?" "Too relaxing, I might fall asleep," I sighed, leaning back on my elbows, watching him focused, all serious about it. "You're spoiling me rotten, what's the catch?"

I did not want Anna to see me being pointed at and insulted like this. That was the only dignity I had left. As I was trying to leave in grief, someone maliciously stuck out his foot and tripped me, causing me to fall to the floor. The food that had spilled earlier smeared all over me. Marvin covered his nose, looking faintly disgusted. "Alright, let him leave." "Did you hear that? Hurry up and get out!" "Do you think an animal like you deserves to show up in a place like this?!" I climbed up numbly. I did not know who it was, but someone stretched out a leg and pressed it hard against my back.

A submissive to my female boss (2) "Kiss my foot. Show it some love. Breathe in deeply then work your way slowly towards my toes.' The smell was intoxicating. I pursed my lips and kissed as passionately as I could. Instinctively I pushed my tongue out and licked as I kissed, drinking in her sweaty taste. I licked up the sole of her foot. My tongue swirled round from the soft arch to the rougher ball of her foot and into the gaps under her toes. I wanted to gently suck on each wonderful toe, but she arched her foot and pressed her big toe against my lips. They parted at once, to welcome her toe, but she pushed her foot hard into me, stretching my jaw apart. My mouth bulged with her toes, reac

Matteo placed it on the floor, took Gia’s feet, and gently dipped them into the bowl. Gia winced at first, but then the warmth soothed her pain. The water eased nearly seventy percent of the soreness in her feet. “Feeling better?” Matteo asked. Gia nodded gratefully. “Good idea.” Though the small bowl was not designed for feet, it submerged Gia’s feet to the ankles. “Leave them there for a few minutes. The pain will go away soon.” “I know. I used to do this after standing too long during shifts.”

I want Dawn to get acclimated to my foreplay so that she can’t harbor the thoughts of letting another man touch her let alone fuck her. I open the lid of the lube and pour it on her exposed pussy and my right toes. Her eyes dilate, her mind brewing with confusion. “What do you….oh, Christ!” Her words turn into a wet moan when I begin to tease her clit with my big toe. I’ve always wanted to give her foot job and now I have the opportunity. I flick her swollen clit with my slippery toe and she starts to squirt again. “Yes, c'mon baby. Don’t stop.” I egg her on and the waters freely drifts from her cunt. She shamefully clasps her hands on her face while she squirts as I coax her.

Olivia asked softly. Nodding dumbly, I let go of her right foot and grabbed her left. Of course, her right foot landed directly on my cock. That was a dumb move. But at least she wasn't moving it. With her left foot now held firmly with both hands, I began to administer the same massage to that one. Working my way up and down, I rubbed her heel, then gripped and squeezed my way to the ball. When I mashed my thumbs into that meaty part of her foot, it earned me another moan from her.

“Then who actually cares about the rest? Your uptight mom and the baseball moms and the internet stalkers. So, let’s just do what we do while it makes us happy.” “Hell yes.” Sidney’s smile was fierce on her face, but it wavered behind her lips. The yoga teacher moved through the mats, calf muscles rippling as he unrolled each footstep silently along the floor. He steepled his fingers as he perched on the small podium at the front of the studio. Entrancing, gentle music floated through the air. The studio fell silent except for the growing swell of synchronized breathing. Sidney closed her eyes, surrendering to her practice.

Olivia asked softly. Nodding dumbly, I let go of her right foot and grabbed her left. Of course, her right foot landed directly on my cock. That was a dumb move. But at least she wasn't moving it. With her left foot now held firmly with both hands, I began to administer the same massage to that one. Working my way up and down, I rubbed her heel, then gripped and squeezed my way to the ball. When I mashed my thumbs into that meaty part of her foot, it earned me another moan from her.