Taking care of feet, calves and thighs

Olivia laid her head back on the lounger as she was shocked as Otto's heavy body yet again settled with big imapct on her firm thighs, crushing them. This time, however, he sat facing her calves and feet. He was already starting to drool. Otto started by touching her calves without the "cream". He stroked them from top to bottom with great **** and pressed them every now and then to feel their fleshiness. Wriggling his hairy ass on her thighs as if he was looking for the perfect way to settle himself. It was as if her thighs were his personal inflated ottoman to sit on. Then he looked at her feet. Otto didn't have a foot fetish, because how can you call someone a fetishist when you have a fetish for practically everything related to the female body? He grabbed her right ankle and lifted it. Olivia felt it and didn't fight it, she just assumed he wanted to lubricate her soles. Considering that Otto was 14 inches shorter than Olivia, her raised feet were approximately at the height of his chin. He looked intently at her sole. Her feet were large and long, wrinkled where they should be. He couldn't help himself and put his face to it and started sniffing. Her feet had become a little sweaty while Otto was rubbing her back, but he liked it with the fact that her feet naturally already smelled good.

– "It's time to try them out."

To Olivia's surprise, she felt something really wet and fleshy on her feet. It was Otto who started licking her sole.

– "What is happening?" Olivia thought. She wanted to speak, but—"I"won't disturb him. It's just that no one lubricated me for a long time"

She decided not to let it bother her. Otto, on the other hand, was in heaven. The taste was great, and Olivia's soles were soft and smooth but in the same time perfectly wrinkled. You could feel that she was taking care of every inch of her divine body. Then he lifted her second leg and did the same as he did with the first: he looked at it, touched it, smelled it, and licked it. He took turns licking them and loved how their natural reaction was to squirm under his tongue. That loser was literally merging his taste buds with the skin of her soles. If it weren't for the fact that Olivia was wearing headphones, she could have heard the sloppy wet sounds Otto made as he licked her soles. Finally, he brought her feet together to connect her big toes and put both of them in his rotten mouth and swirled his tongue around them before releasing them with a wet

*PLOP*

Olivia's entire soles were covered in saliva, and his saliva was really sticky and mushy. Otto was proud of himself. He decided not to put cream on them, because his saliva would only get in the way. He released his balls and mixed the lotion with his testicular secretions. Which had apparently already produced their disgusting goo while he was preparing the lemonade and starting to rub it with a swinging motion, he covered the doll's calves with his scrotal secretions, and as before, her skin was covered with yellowish cream and hair. He wasn't happy about having to get down Olivia's thighs because they were like water cushions for his fatso ass, but he had to slowly work his way up to his final reward. He rose from her thighs and hid his balls. He stood on the side which Olivia's face were on the other side so he could do this without her quick notice. He started slapping her thighs, not too hard, but just enough to make them shake. Olivia took off her headphones and turned to him.

– What happened, Dave? – she asked, confused.

– Could you spread your legs to have better access to your thighs?

– "But couldn't he do it standing up?" she thought until her naivety took over—"It"'s probably for his convenience."

Then she spread her monumental thighs, and Otto quickly slipped between them. He was in the perfect position with his big, meaty thighs on his sides and in front of him the biggest and juiciest pair of ripest peaches that ever oculd existed. He released the furry golf balls again. He forgot about the real cream but not his glush. He kneaded her posterior thighs like a cat about to lie down to make sure his filth stuck to her skin and slicked them like an artist with his mustard secretion, scattering his black tapeworms on her succulent hams. No one knows where he got so much mayonnaise and so many pubes, and Otto doesn't care as long as he has the raw materials to make fun of Olivia. He grabbed handfuls of the skin of her ham, and he had a lot to grab. He squeezed it in his hands, pulled it up as much as he could. Her skin stretched wonderfully, then he let go, and it springed back to its rightful place. He did this several times in different places on her thighs: inner, outer, lower, higher (closer to glutes). Until every part of her back thighs had been groped by him. Top 1 world bastard felt like the captain of a ship, with his helm in front of him, and he is the one who decides what happens to his ship. He felt great that finally something in his miserable, lonely life was the way he wanted it to be. Due to this euphoria and the constant groping of his thighs, he did not notice that his horseshoe-shaped donkey penis in his swimming trunks, as before, began to grow to unimaginable sizes.

– "I'm thirsty" - Olivia thought and started reaching out for a glass of lemonade.

Otto noticed this and smirked.

– "Thanks for helping me. Now your ass is mine"