"...i don't have a clue how to do it."

"...i don't have a clue how to do it." Continues Miranda, almost whispering.

"It's ok." Your reply

"Want me... to show you?" You ask gently.

She nods smiling slightly.

You'll have to get a present for Matt tomorrow.

And one for Tom.

It's unbelivable that all this is happening also thanks to that douche.

You gently take your crush's cold, tiny feet one per hand and place the palms delicately around your shaft.

She quivers as her ice cold soft flesh wraps around your feverish member.

You gasp in return.

It's like putting an ice pack on your dick, and kind of relieving after all.

"She should be jerking you." Point's out Sarah.

"Oh, it's ok. I mean he's just showing her how..." Intervenes Matt.

"By the way, you should start the timer."He continues to trying to distract her.

"Oh...yeah...the timer..." She says taking her phone.

You slowly start move them up and down, under the watchful eyes of Miranda.

Gentle, slow strokes, searching your crush's eyes for a sign of understanding.

See how it's done?

She raise her gaze from your crotch.

When you meet her beautiful eyes you lose it.

"Go!" Exclaims Sarah.

You increase the speed of your movement, gripping her firmlier.

She blushes disclosing slightly her mouth, making a feeble sigh.

She's so fucking sexy!

Maybe shes's uncomfortable, but doesn't resists.

Not even in your wildest dream, you could imagine a situation like this.

You're pretty much jerking yourself using your crush's delicate feet insteand of you own hands.

And that's a million of times better.

There is no turning back now.

Her legs follow the rythm, twintching akwardly, while she has leaned back, resting on her elbows.

You can't help but notice that her 36C breasts seem larger than usual under her white loose tank top.

"One minute."Says Sarah.

"Anyway, this dare is a farce..."She continues unexpressive.

Matt gestures her to be quiet and she rolls her eyes in response.

Like you care.

You couldn't stop even if you wanted, anyhow...

Unconsciously you have raised the speed of your strokes like crazy, as the orgasm builds up.

Your eyes always locked on Miranda's.

Her chest shudders, as her breath has become faster.

The sensantion of her soft, little toes rubbing your skin...

God!

"Miranda..." You gasp.

She quivers as your cum starts to dribble from your shaft on her feet, easing the friction.

Hot thick seed gushes at each stroke, almost endlessly, smearing her toes and palms completely.

Your hands. Her feet.Your crotch.

Now it's all a sticky mess, but you don't care.

You still can't stop stroking.

Gradually you regain your senses and slow down the pace, enjoying the sensation of you balls getting empty.

Miranda looks at you and her cum-drenched feet in total disbelief, while the guilt makes its way in your mind.