Foot Addiction

It was Saturday. Valentina was wearing only lingerie, showing off her wares to Douglas, who was on his knees, greedily sucking on her toes and licking every inch of her large feet. She took a pull on one of Douglas's cigars, blowing the smoke out.

"Mmm. This is nice. You're really into feet, aren't you boy?" she asked, taking a sip of Douglas's favorite whiskey as well.

"Yours, yeah," Douglas said, blushing.

"So did you enjoy watching me and Tyrus earlier?" she asked, looking at him carefully. "You didn't jack off."

"You didn't give me permission," Douglas pointed out, dragging his tongue up the foot of her soles.

"Mmm, quite right. Don't need to see your little white penis, do we?"

"No Ma'am."

Valentina purred, rubbing her feet all over the white boy's body. White men usually wanted to fuck her. This one would never get close to it.