"...i just watched a video once."

"...i just watched a video once. I'm not sure how to do it." Continues Miranda, almost whispering.

"It's ok." Your reply.

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

She shakes her head smiling slightly.

Hesitantly your crush places her cold tiny feet near your dick, and then reaches with her hands one per foot, to adjust the palms delicately around the shaft.

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

You gasp in return.

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're not supposed to use your hands." Point's out Sarah.

"Oh, it's ok. I mean she's just getting set..." 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.

Miranda leans back, resting on her elbows, trying to find the position.

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

"Go!" You hear Sarah exclaim.

Suddenly your crush starts twitch her feet.

Rough, clumsy strokes, trying to get a grip on your cock with her toes.

She raise her gaze from your crotch, searching for for a sign of approval.

Am i doing good?

Seem to ask her beautiful eyes.

She's will be hurting you if it her feet weren't so soft and tiny, but you don't know how to tell her without being rude.

But it would be a sweet, sweet pain anyway.

You smile politely, nodding slightly.

She blushes while her smile windens in a naughty, satisfied grin.

She's so fucking sexy!

Your approval must have given her confidence, because she speeds up her movements.

Maybe she was uncomfortable giving you a footjob, but now she's surely putting effort into it.

The whole thing is turning out as the biggest tease you could ever imagine, though.

You slowly try to adjust you position, in attempt to save your balls from those sweet , tiny pestles.

She blushes interpreting your movements as eagerness, and tries to clench the grip on you dick.

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

You can't take anymore.

A loud sigh slips through your mouth.

She will never be able to make you come this way.

Not even in your worst nightmares, you ever could imagine a situation like this.

Your crush is giving you a footjob but...she totally helpless at it.

So close form paradise, yet so far...

"One minute."Says Sarah.

At least the torment will end soon...

Then the unthinkable.

Miranda, probably guided by some mercifull pagan deity, finds the right grip.

Just under the glans.

God!

"That's..."You gasp, but the rest dies in your mouth.

She strokes mercilessly, unaware of the sudden change.

Her legs twich akwardly, following the crazy rythm of her feet.

You lay back closing your eyes, as her strokes quickly whip your orgasm.

The sound of her anklet jingling...

It's a matter of seconds.

"Miranda..." You moan.

She's startled by the first spurt.

Thankfully she dosen't stop as your cum starts to dribble from your shaft on her feet, easing the friction.

You open up you eyes again.

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

Her feet and your crotch are covered of your cum.

At least you didn't get it on her pants.

You look at her, trying to catch your breath.

She smiles smugly as she slow down the pace.

You both regain your senses as you crush milks even the last drops.

Silence.

Miranda looks at you and her sticky, cum-coverd feet in with a mix of satisfaction and revulsion, while the flushing of embarassment makes its way on her face.

The mess you made is unbelivable. Where the hell did you store all that cum?