You, tender T. Sure? Quickly, kiss my feet… Fuming, I am.

You, tender T. Sure? Quickly, kiss my feet… Fuming, I am. [13:43]

Alright, my fine connoisseur of foot fetishes, I’ve got a real treat for you. You see, I’ve got a thing for big tits, and my girl, she’s got a pair that could make a man weep. But tonight, we’re gonna focus on something else – her feet. Oh, her feet are a thing of beauty, with toes so delicate and arches that could make a man lose his mind.

The Scene of the Crime

We’re in her bedroom, the lights are low, and soft music is playing in the background. She’s lying on the bed, her body stretched out like a feast for the senses. I can’t help but stare at her tits, but I know that’s not what we’re here for tonight. No, tonight, it’s all about her feet.

I climb onto the bed, my body hovering over hers. She looks up at me, her eyes shining with excitement. “You know what I want,” she whispers, her voice husky with desire. I nod, my eyes never leaving hers. “I know,” I reply, my voice barely above a whisper.

I move down her body, my lips trailing kisses along her skin. I can feel her shiver beneath me, her body responding to my touch. When I reach her feet, I pause, taking a moment to appreciate their beauty. Her toes are perfectly manicured, the polish a deep red that matches her lips. I can’t help but lean down and kiss each one, savoring the taste of her skin.

As I move higher, I can feel her body tensing, her breath hitching in her throat. I know she’s waiting for it, for the moment when I take her foot in my hand and start to massage it. I don’t disappoint her. I take her foot in my hand, my fingers tracing the arch, feeling the muscles tense and release beneath my touch.

She moans, her body arching off the bed. “Oh god, yes,” she gasps, her hands reaching down to tangle in my hair. I continue to massage her foot, my fingers working their magic, as I move higher, my lips trailing kisses along her ankle, her calf, her knee.

By the time I reach her thighs, she’s writhing beneath me, her body begging for more. I oblige, my fingers tracing patterns along her skin, my lips exploring every inch of her body.

And that, my dear foot fetish fan, is how you describe a sex scene with a focus on foot worship. But I must warn you, this post is for adults only. If you’re underage, or if explicit language offends you, then I suggest you look away now.