Marissa's soles

Little Marissa watched helpless as her friend loudly slurped on her tiny toes. No matter how much Marissa tried to protest, Alli didn't seem to even hear her. Of course, having Alli's bigger toes stuffed in her mouth didn't make anything easier.

"This is disgusting," Marissa whined to herself. "Her toes taste like dirty socks."

Nor did the smell great either. A strong, musky, yet feminine odor violated Marissa's nose as much as the wiggling toes assaulted her mouth.

As grossed out as Marissa felt, Alli seemed delighted, even turned on. When Marissa's toes ceased to be flavorful, Alli's tongue glided down to the shorted girl's scrunched soles.

"Oh yes," a deeper, darker voice sounded from Alli, as she licked the dirty soles of her friend.

Marissa began to panic, knowing her most ticklish spot on her small, sexy body was her soles. As a kid, she'd be subjected to her older sibling's tickling at their whim. It could very well be the reason Marissa always acted tough; to mask her vulnerability.

Alli's skilled tongue swirled across the middle of her sole, prompting Marissa to giggle. This only seemed to egg Alli on further, her tongue and wet mouth molesting the soles with abandon.

"I need to stop this," Marissa thought. "Otherwise, I'm going to pee myself."