Mariana Martix, my roommate. See end result, Kourtney_Love.

Mariana Martix, my roommate. See end result, Kourtney_Love. [20:45]. Stadding: Kourtney Love

Hey there, my fellow connoisseurs of all things taboo and tantalizing! I’ve got a juicy little tale to share with you, one that’s sure to get your pulses racing and your minds wandering. So, buckle up, my friends, and let me spin you a yarn about my roommate, the one and only Mariana Martix.

The Setup

Mariana is a stunner, there’s no denying that. With her long, raven-black hair, piercing green eyes, and curves that could make a man weep, she’s the total package. But what really gets me going is her feet. Oh, her perfect, petite, and pampered feet. I could spend hours just staring at them, admiring every delicate arch and perfect pedicure. And, lucky for me, she knows it.

One night, after a particularly grueling day at work, I found Mariana lounging on the couch, her feet propped up on the coffee table. She was wearing a pair of sky-high stilettos, the kind that make her legs look like they go on for miles. I couldn’t help myself – I had to touch them.

The Encounter

I knelt down in front of her, my heart racing as I took in the sight of her feet. I reached out, my fingers trembling, and gently traced the curve of her arch. She let out a soft moan, her toes curling in pleasure. I took that as a sign to keep going, and I began to massage her feet, working my way from her heels to her toes.

As I worked, I couldn’t help but notice how wet she was getting. Her panties were soaked through, and her breathing was becoming more and more labored. I knew she was enjoying herself, and that turned me on even more.

I looked up at her, my eyes pleading. She nodded, a wicked smile playing at the corners of her lips. I didn’t need any further encouragement – I leaned in and began to kiss her feet, my tongue darting out to taste her skin. She tasted sweet, like honey and sin.

The Climax

As I continued to worship her feet, Mariana’s moans grew louder and more insistent. She grabbed the back of my head, pulling me closer, urging me to go deeper. I was more than happy to oblige.

Finally, with a loud cry, she came, her body shaking with pleasure. I stayed there, my lips pressed to her feet, as she came down from her high. When she opened her eyes, she looked at me with a newfound appreciation – and a hint of mischief.

“I didn’t know you had a foot fetish,” she said, her voice husky with desire.

I grinned, my heart still racing. “There’s a lot you don’t know about me, Mariana.”

And that, my friends, is the story of how I discovered my roommate’s secret love of feet – and how she discovered mine. It’s a tale as old as time, but one that never gets old.

Foot fetish , amirite?

This post is for adults only. If you’re under 18, or if explicit language offends you, please click away now. But if you’re ready for a steamy, sultry story about two people exploring their deepest desires, then read on, my friends. You won’t be disappointed.